Whitsuntide Poems - Poems about Whitsuntide

...Argh... the bane of daylight savings time – November 3rd 2024 Hour hands clock back sixty minutes of Autumn round about same of month every year, what a bummer, an inconvenient truth diverged......Read the rest...

...Daylight Savings Time Ends – November 5th 2023 means... discombobulated, harried, and lobotomized state of body, mind, and spirit triage. Onset of dark shadows signalling edge of night occurs......Read the rest...

...Argh daylight savings time ends – 2:00 AM November 6th 2022 Hour hands of o'clock get set back sixty minutes gaining extra hour of Autumn round about this same day of November every year, wha......Read the rest...

...Daylight Savings Time – March 13th, 2022 A long time graduate courtesy Hard Knocks alum, once again yours truly posts reasonable rhyme about shortest day of the year. Two o'clock Ante ......Read the rest...

...Argh Daylight Savings Time – March 13th, 2022 Once again, yours truly dishes out his regular dose of literary gobbledygook even Count Dracula would not even bat an eye nor give me his evil cu......Read the rest...

...Argh Daylight Savings Time – March 14th, 2021 Once again, yours truly dishes out his regular dose of literary gobbledygook even Count Dracula would not even bat an eye nor give me his evil, ......Read the rest...

...Daylight Savings Time – March 8th, 2020 Two o'clock anno Domini nostri Jesu Christi hour hand clock sprung forward sixty minutes round about same of month every year, what a bum er, an inco......Read the rest...

...Stephanus Marcus Book 1 Canto 6 Verses 2 and 3 Young Guenevere did speak to Katharine. "Yes, my strong leopard knight doth tarry late and keeps the dale thus free and verdant green till James o......Read the rest...

...Stephanus Marcus Book I Canto 1 Verses 2 and 3 Duke Saint Charles made unlawful claim to glade in vale where many game for chase did hide, without regard for sovereign's oath then made to Mor......Read the rest...

...Here I am, a young girl in the cemetery, holding the hand of my mother in a parade, I wore a new white dress and my new shoes were pinching my toes. All around the cemetery we followed the priest......Read the rest...

...Hour hands clock back sixty minutes of Autumn Round about this same of month every year, what a bum er, and inconvenient truth diverged from this chum purposelessly manipulating a hold over s......Read the rest...

...Come lay your head upon my breast Good fortune bless your warm caress Forlorn should I be without your jocund company Amongst my peers as we quaff ale and wonder Only thoughts of you t......Read the rest...

...Bells burst across the town, the city, all over London's workhouses and minories A world of glad and beautiful things rush into mans hearts bringing back memories, Days of darkness and trial, scenes ......Read the rest...