Monday Morning came alarming
On Blueberry Hill...All Along The
Watchtower...ya keep a' knockin
But ya cain't come in...On Blue
Bayou! Daylight Savings go away!
Australia would, perhaps, like to
Have this 'saving' of time? 'Saving'?
Uh, it needs absolution before it
Can be saved...so, 'saving' went to
Confession one day...Bless me, Father,
For I have sinned...What are your
Sins, my child? 'Saving' thought back
To the beginning of Time...uh, well,
Father, it looks like just about
EVERYTHING is my sin...*silence*
My child, think of what you're
Saying...if everything is your sin,
Then, there is nothing left for
The rest of my flock to admit...
Uh, Father, that's what I'm saying!
Then, for your penance, say 'If I
Could Save Time In A Bottle'
For every second of Time...
That outta do it...now, for that
Bottle...
The parody of a parody is...
Good Morning! Good Morning!
Ya'llses! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoy your poems for their every unexpected twist and turns. Always pleasant surprises and, of course, an unexpected ending. Your localized vocabulary helps set up an interesting scene.