Clock
Clock
What has two hands but, can't clap?
It's absolutely a clock
Whose face, merrily seemed to mock.
"Never mind", said the clock
By striking its hands around
And vocalized, "Tick-tock , Tick-tock"
I wondered about the clock,
Whose arms constantly moves
And doesn't get into sleep
But one day, the clock struck and stood
Without moving its hands.
I was feeling bad for my poor friend
And trying to solve the mystery,
Why it has been stopped.
This got to an end,
When my grandpa, gave it a medicine
To alleviate its pain
Thus, all the mystery was spoiled and it,
Ran as fast as a speeding train.
Note: In this poem, medicine is literally a battery and it has been used to personify.