The wind came, bought with it infernal pain,
Scratched at troubled faces, fighting through the hurricane.
Defacing everything in sight with it's infernal shift.
The clocks fell backwards, tumbling as their springs fell out of place.
When breakfast time was supper time, and supper time was noon.
When  the cockerel yelled at rising time, it really was too soon.
In another bit of the world not far from us, it's mid morning time, and banging hot.
Here the sky is  hanging bright, it's very  nearly nightie night, the time is never right!
(C) Livvi