I’ll keep posting and sharing this poem till they stop!
It is the custom of this land
to fiddle with the hour hand,
to move it back, which makes us curse,
to move it forth, and that’s much worse!
It puts us at sixes and sevenses
and unsettles all our elevenses.
I’ve got a message for the Queen:
Such indecisiveness is mean,
we like our ticks, we love our tocks,
we want protection for our clocks!
You’d hear lots of clapping and cheering,
if Time Lords would stop interfering!
© Heather Wastie