We lost a measly hour, get over it: A poem by Whit Scott

Hours come but once a day, but sometimes twenty four.
Actually they come twice a day but never any more.
but once a year they come twice a day except for one sad hour
that hour is lost in time and space by some magical time machine power.

So once a year we loose an hour? Does it just disapparate or burst?
Does it jump out of our universe, only to return on November first?
Or is life just super fast right then and that one hour is done in a minute?
if that’s the case then once a year I’ll just do an hours work in 60 seconds.

What, that’s to hard for you? It’s not enough time?
Don’t come crying to me about how your slow, I handled it just fine.

I did push ups, 2 push ups, but push ups none the less
I did the dish(es), just one, without water, saving water is the best.
I brushed my tooth, I combed my hair (1), I ran a really short mile
Instead of kissing my faience tonight, I gave her an across the room smile.

So to you complainers who “need” that hour. To you I say “pish tosh”
I think you’re just lazy, not even trying, and again i’ll say “pish tosh”.
In fact i’ll say “pish tosh” to you, and i’ll say it with a glower.
I’m so good i could loose time in my sleep, especially a measly hour.