The days of grand Camelot are over,
dark ashen damp dew now hovers;
The freshly baked pies are a hoax
At least that’s what we have been coaxed
Daylight saving is now fluctuating
Am I still hallucinating?
When glorious God said let their be light
he knew not over here it was still night.
Intellectuals and their thoughts
but there are no causes to be fought
Wordsworth’s English daffodils are blooming
once again my lazy brain is fuming.
I overslept thinking it was a raven night,
but weather channel said it’s all hyped
get up there is enough light!
Green goddess Springdales has arrived
Wait I don’t see a single twig in sight,
my neighbor’s garden is still white!