A Note to Standard Time

I do not like thee standard time

No I do not like thee at all

You are a common criminal 

Robbing me of color and light

I do not wish to fall back on you

For you are not a soft landing

    So unless turning back the clock

Means I now have hair again

If you don't mind

And even if you do

I would ask that you just move on

To some other place that finds you appealing

And give me back what you have pilfered

Including some of that Halloween candy