The clocks have gone back

I take to the floor

dancing an old time waltz

out of step head in a spin

unprepared for nature's course

like tea at the Ritz or a ballroom blitz

i'm taken over the top

the Dance of the Hours is dragging behind

i'm feeling a major flop. 

 

My body clock is all to cock

my timing is out i'm all upset

circadian rhythms are going in circles

and I havn't reached evening yet. 

Even the postman seems confused

he seems to have lost the plot

not knowing when to collect or deliver

he's riveted to the spot. 

 

Now the clocks have gone back i'm full of alarm

forcing myself to rewind them

but it's gone so dark and my glasses are missing

i'd love to be able to find them.