Springing forward this last Sunday,
A most confusing act;
For reasons clear no longer,
Our sleep we so impact.
Bodies still adjusting,
Long after clock's re-set;
A change that's so alarming,
'Tis trickery we can't abet.
They say that we'll get over it,
Our sleep won't always lack;
But by the time we're rested,
Sadly, we'll be falling back.
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 12:48 AM UTC
Springing forward this last Sunday,
A most confusing act;
For reasons clear no longer,
Our sleep we so impact.
Bodies still adjusting,
Long after clock's re-set;
A change that's so alarming,
'Tis trickery we can't abet.
They say that we'll get over it,
Our sleep won't always lack;
But by the time we're rested,
Sadly, we'll be falling back.
as you might guess, i detest the switch both to and from "daily savings time!" look for my solution in six months, a poem about the "falling back" part.
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