I’d lament about
Daylight Saving Time
But I’m too tired
To think of a witty rhyme.
All week long
My days have been a bit hazy
Forgetting things
Constantly feeling kinda crazy.
Not to mention
My reflexes have slowed down
My reasoning,
Just ain’t very sound.
What little
Of my miniscule concentration
Flutters about
With the slightest distraction.
I know, I know,
The rhymes ain’t that pure.
Just can’t think,
I am no longer sure.
Almost done
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.
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ck's days 
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:
Every day,
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.