Monday, 2 November 2015

Quelle heure est-il?

What's the time?
6 o'clock and all's...dark
Not sure, anymore

Clocks 'spring forward' and 'fall back'
I wake up and it is the crack
of dawn
I yawn

My brain is in an awful mix
Is it 7 o'clock or 6?

At 4.30pm we go to the park
And sit there, swinging in the dark

Our body clocks are all confused
I don't think that we can get used
To shortened days
And longer nights
Bare legs now swathed
In winter tights

We bundle up indoors and pine
For warmer days and bright sunshine

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