Tic Tac Pin

By Neha

Tic tac it went twice a day,

Every morning and when,

Goodbye they say.

Oh that fierce metal,

Dancing in hands like petal.

"It's gotten very old mommy,

Makes my head dusty dusty,

The black's now brown mommy,

It's gotten all rusty rusty."

"But does it do tic tac, my dear?"

"Only that it does, mommy I fear."

And tic tac it went twice a day,

Every morning and when,

Goodbye they say.

By Neha