Daylight Savings Time (An Urban Myth?) Poem by David Whalen

Daylight savings time

Daylight savings time has been with us
For many and many years now

It’s time that someone has told us
About the where, the why and about the how

Where the heck do they put it?
Once they’ve saved all this light

And how in the heck do they move it about?
Do they move the light in the dark of the night?

Do they move it in light pickups?
Which would seem most apropos

Or does it require heavy trucks?
Because a lot of light is heavy, you spose’?

Where is this place where all this light is stored
There must be a place that one can find

But don’t try to find it, to you, this I implore
if you do, wear good shades, so’s not to go blind

There’s something silly about this saving light
Seems like a prank, someone would do as a lark

So could someone please enlighten me,
I feel totally left out in the dark