Marriage made in heaven? Eternity?
They were wed in eastern standard time.
Sometimes she ran when he was winding.
She sometimes wound when he was running.
He ran fifteen minutes faster than she.
When his spring sprang, she alarmed.
Both he and she ran down.
Pity they were not synchronized.
Time. It does whatever it wants to do,
Having the authority to do so.
Eastern standard time tells you when to go
Do what you have to do, within your view.
Another tick of the clock brings a new
Incident, that the news wants you to know.
Leaves, time, and the wind are three things that blow
Yearly, as, yearly, these three things stay true.
Reflect on the day. Reflect on the night.
Evenings introduced them both to time.
Progression takes the day from dim to bright,
Occupying those minutes that were prime.
Reality combined both time and sight,
To influence this poet and his rhyme.
My Wondrous Sunshine Catching Machine
Gobbles rays of bright sunlight
Diskombobblebooblelates them
Just to use in darkest night
I am feeling pretty dumb
Eastern Standard Time has come
And it came as quite a shock
That I forgot to set my clock
I was always running late
But my machine would set me straight
I grabbed a bit of morning light
To dab it on the start of night
I tried to switch about one hour
But suddenly my plan went sour
It seems the switch was stuck on high
Now brightness fills the midnight sky
Bats now fly at 6 AM
Light of night is blinding them
Daylight dims as nightime passes
Owls are wearing dark sunglasses
Sunrise starts my evening prayers
I am having daynightmares
Dinner is a midnight snack
I'm now a nyctrophobiac
Coyotes howl at morning sun
What horrid change have I begun
No harm was meant to man or beast
But now my problems have increased
My machine has me outsmarted
I need to stop what I have started
My plan will have to wait til night
So there will be sufficient light
To flip the switch and make the climb
Out of Daylightsavings Time