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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Every October here in the UK we set the clocks back by an hour It’s gives you a feeling of turning back time, one tiny moment of power It’s meant to be done at two in the morning but that doesn't come with a warning Some folk it is said do it just before bed and the morn is an hour late dawning But tonight is a fix, BBC and Netflix are trying to mess with my head The rubbish they’re showing is hardly mind blowing, I’ll go to bed early instead This October Sunday decreed as the one day to turn back those hands as is said The hour we borrow, I could take tomorrow, but I’ll change them now and then bed But then of all things my bloody phone rings, my mum says the clocks change tonight Early is fine but not before nine, or the order of things will take flight I told her I might have a real early night, so I’ll change the clocks now I said She sounded irate, but it’s only eight... it’s bad luck and you could be dead With thanks for the warning I thanked her for calling and told her don’t mess with my head There aren’t any ghoulies or gargoyles or gremlins to strike when the hour is shed So all of my clocks I knocked one hour off and then I went straight up to bed The stairs I would climb in that moment in time never occurred in my head But then of all things my bloody phone rings, my mum says the clocks change tonight Early is fine but not before nine, or the order of things will take flight I told her I might have a real early night, so I’ll change the clocks now I said She sounded irate, but it’s only eight... it’s bad luck and you could be dead With thanks for the warning I thanked her for calling and told her don’t mess with my head There aren’t any ghoulies or gargoyles or gremlins to strike when the hour is shed So all of my clocks I knocked one hour off and then I went straight up to bed The stairs I would climb in that moment in time never occurred in my head But then of all things my bloody phone rings... 27 May 2021 Contest: Time Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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