Amelia Robinson

Tsk tsk
trinkets ticked,
the tippity top of the tower.
Time to own up.
But no,
you were tentative, you had to think,
the time to talk.
You annoy me, your tricks,
tug of war.
The table you stand on to make yourself taller,
“Step down!”
yells the town.
I tolerated you, the turtle of slow,
you sink into the bubbles in the tub.
To walk on water is tricky at best,
a test,

you failed.
So stop talking, stop troubling,
the top,
there is nowhere else to go.