Big Ben Poem by George BernardBloodyShaw
Big Ben
Your time is nigh.
Your time
We'll dock.
We don't need you
As a clock.
It's metrication,
You see.
Iconic YOU, we don't need
So don't plead.
It's destruction
For YOU.
But then p'raps me!
So what time have I?
Afore the powers that be
In time, give me that shock.
So I'll pray
Never to see
That......ten hour day.
10 hour days.... I hope that stays where you are. I am so tired now on 8 hour days. Great poem!
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4/18/2024 2:51:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It's twenty past eleven, George. How do you compute that into a ten hour day? Don't give up on Big B. He can be very time-comsuming but interesting as well. Fran xxx