Tick tock
went the clock
That hung above her bed
It chimed and sang
With a rustic twang
Heart run by ball and chain.
Now this little clock here
Never did fear
To sound the time of day
For it always served its master well
In each and every way
But when it failed
to ring and ding
She the master would grab the key
Twisting, turning, winding, zing!
The Clock once more
Could ring-ding-a-ling
From its faithful perch
It could faithfully sing.
"Will you tick tock?"
"Always," silently clicked the clock.
Arasia_Valentia
A/N idk...
