Clocks Forward

I like It not when the clocks goes forward
Had a bad night anyway
Could sleep not, the boy was breathing away
How can he breathe whilst I can not sleep
It's not on, can you hear me say.
 Now I've lost half of my day
Luncheon will be late, I hear me say
But who gives a monkey's I do not in any way
Luncheon can not be rushed
But what the hell, make it dinner instead...Yah!
This morn my world is grey,
I feel not like moving anyway
A gale it's blowing it's as miserable as sin.
The wind's whistling, whispering ghostly sound
Hissing whispering, around my ears
The gulls floating riding the thermal winds
Like a glider, gracefully as they spin on their wings
Well, my friends must go..
And play with the pots and pans in the kitchen
A very good day to you all
Ciao for now; 

                 Connie James