In Spring we turn the clocks ahead.
But that’s no stress for me
I usually get myself from bed
Somewhere ‘round half past three.
In autumn quite another thing
I linger in repose
The alarm reset so it won’t ring,
I gain more time to dose
It’s half past four when I arise—
In Fall, that’s standard time.
The whole darn thing is no surprise
…and I ran out of rhyme.
November 5, 2017