Poem: Time, Sweet Time

by Fiona

Time goes 'round in circles.
tick, tock, tick tock, tick, tock. Time makes
 the days and the hours tick tock, it even makes the tick
 tock months and years. It plays upon the silly tick tock
 faces, of many many different tick tock clocks. Or
they make the noise tick tock cuckoo! Many
 times I've tried to tick tock make time
stop. What if time decided
 to take a tick tock
 time out?
tick
I ask you, what
 would tick tock happen?
The tick tock world would stop
tick tock turning, the whole sun would
 tick tock freeze, and your tick tock hat wouldn't
be carried off on the tick tock breeze! Tick tock
alarms would never go beepbeepbeep. You could
finish a tick tock book, and never be tick tock late.
Whatever tick tock time you wanted, that's
the tick tock time it was.
Sigh. Oh well. It'll never tick tock happen. tick, tock, tick, tock...