The Clock
When I was just a little girl
my Mom gave me a clock
it looked sleepy and it was a dwarf
and it would say tick tock
His eyes would sway back and forth
in rhythm with this sound
I was afraid he'd come to life
and walk upon the ground
One day I had a nightmare
and that he did that thing
He came from the wall as I had feared
with pendulum full swing
My cousin came to visit us
and somehow broke my clock
by winding it back and forth
until it finally stopped
It's humorous I remember this
it was so long ago
I'm glad that I no longer dream
of this sleepy dwarf of woe
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