Daylight Saving Time
But I’m too tired
To think of a witty rhyme.
All week long
My days have been a bit hazy
Constantly feeling kinda crazy.
Not to mention
My reflexes have slowed down
Just ain’t very sound.
Of my miniscule concentration
With the slightest distraction.
I know, I know,
The rhymes ain’t that pure.
Just can’t think,
I am no longer sure.
With this first dreaded week.
My big plan
For the weekend is sleep!
Try as I may,
The rhymes just aren’t working out.
But I’m trying,
Give me a break, for crying out loud!
Oh man –
I keep doing it again and again
So, I guess
This dreadful poem should just end.
4 thoughts on “A Very Bad Poem about Daylight Saving Time – but the best I can do”
I’ve been late into work every day this week, why isn’t that in your poem?
You’re right! What a glaring omission. I’ve been late (well, later) to work, too. Another example of DST syndrome. An addendum:
I very quietly roll into work late.
Kinda a given,
Since I wake at a quarter-to-eight.
Very nice. As I happens, same time for me 🙂
I think we need a mandatory day off the Monday after next year’s spring forward. Not a holiday. More along the lines of an “adjustment” day.