Sunday, March 12, 2023

A Love Poem for Daylight Saving Time


Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
For the first time since November 6
I slept the night through.

I know some are sad,
but spring's 'round the bend,
and then here comes summer--
here's your coffee, my friend.

Like the widow who danced
when she found her lost coin,
I'll try not to rub your face in it
if you've been kicked in the... loins.

Joy comes in the morning
when the sun sets at seven
so please join my rejoicing
and go to bed by eleven!

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