Cogs and Coils

It has no name,

It’s got no gender

But it still bounces up and down

And side to side

On the floor

On the bed

On the table,

Everywhere

I follow it,

It jiggles across my world

It entertains me when I’m bored

It might be old and a bit dusty

But it’s not rusty

I look at it’s insides which turn and routes

It’s cogs still spin it’s coil still turns

But when it shakes it goes all blurry

It can stand on all eight legs

And it’s head spins and turns

I’ve had it since I could remember

It is mine and it bounds my heart.