The Last Cuckoo of Autumn

The clocks go back on Sunday. Don't forget! Another hour in bed for those that sleep For those that don't, another hour to keep On thinking of the things that we regret Time rumbles on. We fumble to reset Our cuckoo clocks and watch as all the sheep We counted slowly slide back down the steep And stony mountain in the mud and wet - Oh wake me when the winter ends. I'll leave The money for the shopping in the porch Enough for tea bags, toilet roll, and torch No need to stop, just knock and I'll retrieve It later. Thanks. Don't call me, I'll call you And don't forget the clocks! Cuckoo. Cuckoo. © Gail Foster 31st October 2021 (In England we put the clocks back an hour at the end of October and forward an hour in the Spring, and try to remember which way round it is with the phrase 'Spring forward, fall back')