One To Five On The Clock Poem by Wallis minten

One To Five On The Clock



Tick, tock, tick, tock
Around and around goes the hand on the clock
I wonder if it will ever stop
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Bong, the first hour has rung
Time to play and have fun
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Bong, Bong, the second hour has chimed
Now it is time to clean the house until it shines
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Bong, Bong, Bong, now the hour is three
It is time to trim the roses next to the old oak tree
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Bong, Bong, Bong, Bong, time to start making dinner
I don't want to get a single inch thinner
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Bong, Bong, Bong, Bong, Bong, where has the day gone
I think I'm going to yawn
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Around and around goes the hand on the clock
Tick, tock, tick, tock
I wonder if it will ever stop

Friday, July 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: boredom
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