Tick tock,
Is all the man heard.
Ticking sound from the clock,
The clock the size of a boy,
It was sitting in the corner like an unused kids toy,
Day after day tick and tock,
Until one day the man had enough,
He took it downstairs and he got out a lock,
The yelled out loud "You want make any more of my time slightly more rough",

Day to night and back again,
Until the man got a letter from the woman who runs ukraine,
It said you have until wednesday 3 o'clock next week,
He sat in chair and let squeek,
As he waited a few day for the movers to come by,
But he woke up one morning to a loud crash.
And just before it happend he whisppred good bye,
When he realized the time it was like a slash,
Right across his chest,
Because that day he died to those pest,
Turned out to be 3 o'clock,
On wednesday,

He fell through a hole in his bashed up house,
It fell right to his basment which was the last place he was,
On that day at 3 o'clock,
The last sound he heard was...

Tick tock.

The end