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The Watch

October 22, 2013
By Rachel.V GOLD, Numa, Iowa
Rachel.V GOLD, Numa, Iowa
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TICK TOCK
TICK TOCK
I sit upon your wrist
I am tired of constantly moving my hands
Don't I deserve a break?
You take a quick glance at me as you run out the door
I bang against the side panel which makes my hand switch back an hour
Of course you HAVE to wind me up again
Oh the tinkering bothers me so
It seems as though my battery is low
Thank goodness!
I will be able to catch some sleep
Without you poking at me
Here I go
One hand a has stopped
Oh how funny it is that...


The author's comments:
This poem is about a watch expressing its anger towards the person who is wearing it.

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