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She’s Always an Hour Behind ⏰

There’s whispering.

There’s Pam.

Those pesky emails and calls

which are mainly just scams!

There’s

a spinning fan

a strange

knock at the door.

There’s

three ducks in a row

doing the Can-Can.

And yes!

When she asks

the time

she’s always

an hour behind!

Is it eight o’clock?

No dear.

It’s nine!

Is that evening?

Or is that nighttime?

No!

We’re on New York

not Chicago time!

Oh my.

There’s Pam.

There’s whispering all the time!

That spinning fan.

And yes!

Those ducks

doing the Can-Can!

But now

she’s always

an hour behind!

Like

her

sagging

backside?

No!

Like

her sagging

behind!?

************

Me?

I like

to be

an hour ahead.

That way

I always know

where

I’m coming from!

***********

Wait!

If she’s an hour behind

and

I’m an hour ahead!

What time is it really?

Oh the dread!