Tempus fugit.
No, it DOESN'T!
Cos tempers FLY.
As a Government directive
That says that
Four hours
Are now approximately FIVE!
This is because
They metricated
Our clocks.
That is TWOC
(Taking without
Owner's consent)
MY time.
OOh, sorry! THEIRS.
I have no time
To stand and stare
Cos I'm seeing
With despair
Our Government,
As I rip out my hair,
Trying to control the thing
THAT WON'T STAY STILL...
Time flies when life is in chaos. Good Job as always.... I am a fan of your work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tempus fugit? I seem to remeber a clock with this on. Doesn't work though. Love the poem, Mr BBS. Fran xxx