Tick tock

New poem, fresh off the presses

Tick tock

Tick tock tick tock
Gently wraps the clock
As I lay still
Napping on the couch

Time washes over
Passes by
Motionless I stay
As it goes its way

Tick tock tick tock
Unwinds the clock
Its hand slowly moving
The rhythm gently grooving

It fills a bucket
As the next is filled
Turning now
Against its will

Tick tock tick tock
Signals the clock
Puts into motion
Stirs up commotion

Spinning now like a top
Top to bottom cannot stop
To and fro now a prop
Fizzy fizzy soda pop

Flip flop flip flop
Walking down the block
No turning now slowing
No time to stop

One foot two foot
Left foot right foot
Good foot bad foot
Bare foot shoe foot

Flip flop flip flop
Now begin to rock
Take time take stock
Give thanks give props

Comfy cozy rosy red
Lying silent in a bed
No thoughts no worries
Peace instead

Tick tock tick tock
Declares the clock
The time for moving
Has come to stop