Late Ever Since

Time began at half past three

When Ug said to Og “Come meet me”

Og by her nature was of course late

Ug was quick to note the mistake

The pair then proceeded to disagree

So the whole concept of time

Seems a mistake to me




German Time:

Eight – forty on the head

I arrived precisely at the time I said

UK Time:

I said I’d meet you at half past eight

Sorry to be running a little late

African Time:

I’m here now there was no need to call and call

By the way, what’s that pretty round thing on the wall


Greenwich Mean Time

Brown Wooden Signage on Green Plants
Taryn Elliott @ Pexels

It is that time of year again

When clocks swing back from eleven to ten

When days get darker in mid-afternoon

Owing to a government mandate changing noon

So British Summer has come to an end

Until March – when we bend time again



Calender, Icon, Pictogram, Web, Black

Today is the First of Neuvember

The month you thought would never come

And though it only has twenty-eight days

Each is dedicated to fun

In Neuvember work is suspended

Every day you can just sleep in

And in Neuvember you can eat what you want

And still always remain thin

Neuvember is the kind of invention

That we have been waiting for

And if you enjoy the weeks of Neuvember

We should petition for more!



Farm, Cart, Agriculture, Building, Farmhouse

Daily tasks, each in their turn

Like time itself – cyclic

The work each day – much like the day before

Yet, driven by the seasons mystic

Time and the milking wait for no man

Such are their firm demands

A time to sow, a time to reap

A time to milk, a time to sleep.


2:19 – A Poem in the Chant Form

Image by Susan Cipriano from Pixabay


It’s two-nineteen twice a day

For time immemorial it’s been that way

It’s two-nineteen twice a day

Two-twenty is but a few ticks away

It’s two-nineteen twice a day

Whether it’s digital or an analog array

It’s two-nineteen twice a day

The photo above – this displays




“The chant poem is about as old as poetry itself. In fact, it may be the first form poetry took. Chant poems simply incorporate repetitive lines that form a sort of chant. Each line can repeat, or every other line. It’s easy to find many poetic forms that incorporate chanting with the use of a refrain. However, a chant poem is a little more methodical than a triolet or rondeau. (Writer’s Digest).”

Teresa Grabs, Poetry Challenge #1


Rewinding Time


Seven-year-old Jeffery sat impatiently as his dad watched the Five O’clock News.  He was waiting for it to finish so he could watch his programme.

As he sat, messing with a Rubik’s Cube he heard the politician say, “We need to continue to make progress.  We can’t return to the outdated polices of the past.  You can’t rewind time, no matter how appealing that might be to some on the Right.”

“Yes you can,” Jeffery said.

“Yes, you can – what – Jeffery?” Dad asked.

“Yes, you can ‘rewind time’,” the Year Two said.

“Sorry Mate, but it can’t be done,” his dad said trying not to dash the boy’s confidence.

“Okay,” Jeffery said, “Just think about it.  Dr. Who travels all over the place, and goes to the future and to the past.”

“That’s make believe,” his dad said, “and besides not everyone has a TARDIS.”

“And what about back in October Half Term?  We turned the clock back then, and everybody did it,” the boy said with arms crossed defiantly across his chest.

“I think you have me there, Mate,” Dad said.  “Let’s hope there is some more time rewinding, I could use the extra sleep.”



Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge : “rewinding time”

Note to North Americans Year two is approximately Second Grade.