March 10, 2019 - Daylight Saving Time Starts

 

The homey nimble storied wisdom of

Benjamin Franklin still

admired during hour time

especially noteworthy, for slime

molds, the second Sunday of March,

when theft linkedin with

(Ides say) most innocuous crime

re: stealth of precious sixty minutes, hence

a flash in the pan idea to expound rhyme,

which notional whim came like bolt of lightning,

while daydreaming 'bout (what else...but)

flying a kite during stormy (Daniels) clime.

 

thus, once again twilight

takes quantum leap

forward hut, our humble keep

sake hour hand of time

grudgingly advances without beep

ping, ewe know who of little lamb fame,

what with barely audible lil bo peep

predicated, asper in taking away thirty six

hundred seconds of sleep

subsequently marking

second Sunday when e'er deep

into Lion of winter month o' March rolls

around with least amount by Dickens

plaintively asking Uriah Heep

to crank up AC/DC dirty

Harry deed done dirt cheap

cuz, this tradition of sorts

supposedly doth reap

economic benefits plus

Circadian rhythm less steep

difference with contrivance

issuing Whatsapp hapt'n when leap

pin lizards such Iam

motioning carillon to alternate between

sepulchral and refulgent chime

creating less discordant

dilly dally dichotomy

reverberates all the way to Siam,

while aye blithely tapped out here

yours truly 'ere at his Schwenksville heim

taking poetic life (in hour hand)

liberty at pursuit this prime

mate takes to hash feeble

verse to eke out a dime

probably more realistic for me

to ply blimey hands with grime,

now suddenly bedeviled what to do

soundlessly communicating woe

whiz mere (mein kampf),

sans displaying mime

as a last ditch effort before time

to call quits with this futile rhyme.