When last I heard the town clock chime
There came to me this thought for rhyme;
About that stupid problem- time,
Now heavy on our hands.
It seems as if both east and west,
Both north and south and all attest
That only their time could be best,
Despite the voted plans.
In thinking I can't make the team;
Yet, maybe my uncommon scheme,
Perhaps it's silly, it would seem,
Might ease this noisy din.
This is an all out war, indeed,
But compromise is much in need
If we are ever going to lead,
A peaceful life again.
Let's clock A.M.'s on D.S.T.,
On that I think we could agree;
Then put P.M.'S on R.S.T.,
Now doesn't that seem fair?
We then would gain an hour each day
To traipse along our merry way;
Where we could play and play and play,
Without a thought or care.
If you're this far, perhaps you think
My time talk has A silly stink;
Just pass it with a knowing wink
And brother, we'll agree.
But all this hubbub 'bout the time
Is just as silly as this rhyme.
I've had my say, now sister I'm
Prepared to leave it be.
1957
I like the gain one hour each day part, until our days become endless. Now would that be a good thing? Very clever and humorous write Joe, I enjoyed this very much.
Such a clever amusing write Sir, My time talk has a silly stink.. no way, as always, a fantastic poem.
A brilliant write. Love the flow. I’ve read it twice. Time is a major issue on the minds of many. This is a good conversational piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just think how simple life would be without clocks - or perhaps chaotic. Lighthearted and amusing write, very well penned Joe.