Drip Drop
Tick Rock
Goes my clock
Crick Crack
Slip Slap
You Squeal like a sap
Thump Thump
Ba-dum Ba-dum
I still hear the war drum's hum,
As I lay feeling my Red Clock pump.
YOU ARE READING
Look To The Stars
PoetryPoems are appreciated so much because they are a complete stranger's most inner thoughts put on paper and forms an unknown bond with the reader because the eye of the beholder relates and feel as if the writer knew the words to put to their own feel...
