Here Comes Another Daylight Savings Time !

During  Daylight Saving Time (DST) you "spring forward" in the spring. This means you set your clocks one hour ahead on the designated Sunday in March. So you lose an hour of sleep, but gain an extra hour of daylight in the evening.

A DST Poem by Gemini 

The clocks they conspire, a devious plot, Twice a year they play us a knot. Daylight Saving Time, a jester so bold, Stealing our sleep, leaving us cold.

Spring whispers in, a promise so sweet, "Longer days, sunshine you'll meet!" But oh, the trickery, the time-bending scheme, We lose an hour, lost in a dream.

The alarm clock screams, a mocking refrain, "An hour too early, is this some kind of pain?" Coffee's our savior, a dark, bitter friend, To fight off the fog, till the day's end.

Meetings at nine, now a blurry affair, Yawns can't be stifled, a struggle to share. The boss drones on, his words fall like lead, "Productivity's down," is all that is said.

Children, wide-eyed, at the crack of faux dawn, "Is it playtime yet?" a question that's drawn. Explaining lost hours, a task quite absurd, They just want cartoons, and that's the last word.

The birds sing their songs, a mocking delight, "Up with the sun!" they seem to incite. But sunrise arrives, a full hour too late, Leaving us grumpy, sealed by our fate.

Evening approaches, a glorious sight, But wait, it's still dark! Where's the promised light? The sun, a shy fellow, hides in the west, Leaving us yearning for daylight's sweet rest.

Social plans crumble, dinners delayed, Friends running late, in a time-warped parade. "Sorry, I lost track," the universal excuse, Blaming the clocks, their illogical ruse.

Weekends we treasure, a chance to unwind, But catching up sleep, takes most of our time. By Sunday night, feeling somewhat restored, We dread the next shift, a future abhorred.

News pundits debate, with fervor and might, "Should DST stay, or vanish from sight?" Studies and stats, a confusing array, But the verdict's still out, on this time-bending day.

So here's to you, Daylight Saving Time, A source of frustration, a comical rhyme. May your reign be questioned, your purpose unclear, And one day, perhaps, just disappear!