The clocks go back an hour's time,
Just like they did last year,
No 2nd chance, we've got 2 climb
Stepladders still, I fear...
2 twiddle with the hour hands
2 get the darn things right,
I'm sure each person understands,
It's not safe while at night!

A power cut and we'll fall down,
Good luck with how we land,
No wonder that I wear a frown
At how such things are planned...
But if we wait till daylight shows,
We sleep and then forget,
Until confusion grows and grows
That each knows with regret...

I'll put a note beside my bed,
My kettle and TV,
Reminding that there's change ahead
And so it's up 2 me...
Since 2am is far 2 late,
For folks 2 play tick-tock,
I'll put things right at half-past-eight,
Instead of 2 o'clock!


Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2013.

Denis Martindale

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