Tempus fugit. <br /> <br />No, it DOESN'T! <br />Cos tempers FLY. <br /> <br />As a Government directive <br />That says that <br />Four hours <br />Are now approximately FIVE! <br /> <br />This is because <br />They metricated <br />Our clocks. <br /> <br />That is TWOC <br />(Taking without <br />Owner's consent) <br />MY time. <br /> <br />OOh, sorry! THEIRS. <br /> <br />I have no time <br />To stand and stare <br />Cos I'm seeing <br />With despair <br />Our Government, <br />As I rip out my hair, <br /> <br />Trying to control the thing <br />THAT WON'T STAY STILL...<br /><br />George BernardBloodyShaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tempus-fugit-7/
