A poem.

So I had some time waiting in line at the Edinburgh Castle (which is amazing-www.edinburghcastle.gov.uk)

And so I wrote this poem about time, also because last

week's blog actually came out this week so yeah timings a bit strange..

Oh man oh man oh mighty man

You are so swift and sneaky

Mr Time is your name, you were here when we began

Back when the dinosaurs were creepy

Oh shit! 

We say, is it August already?

I'm still poor and I have no six-pack

Ah Mr Time, ya doodle, you go by so slippery

And of course we can't turn you back.

Oh man oh man oh mighty man

Days turn into weeks weekly

And those wasted minutes on Instagram 

Add up, and, WTF? 

It's January.

 Awkward!

Hashtag, my last blog was late

And this is the next one here now

Ah Mr Time, ya bludger, I was delayed now you berate

And in this poem I'm trying to compensate somehow.

But the rhythm didn't work, what's the time signature? 

I don't know, Mr Time, so how DO you measure

The moments and the minutes and the milliseconds and months

When the ticking of the clock becomes the sound of a thump 

Coz

Boom! 

Oh bugger 

My alarm bumped my head

It's too late for a blog

So this poem should do instead. 

Jj