Offence Intended
What time are we saving,
which daylight hours hoarding
when night falls so rapidly
sending the gloom of early
dusk so swiftly to greet
the dark, eager to invade
our senses. The utterly
senseless tradition has long
outlived any usefulness
imagined by the international
community which conspired
to wreak mass confusion
when it unveiled a dastardly
plot to irritate and confuse
our biological diurnal clock.
Just ask our canine companions
outraged at the hour's lapse
when we finally move our
lazy intent to present their meals,
an hour late sans apology.
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
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Poetry
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