Time Machine

Image by Prettysleepy from Pixabay

A minute lasts for an hour,
An hour lasts for six,
Noon is actually at sunset,
Really, there’s no fix.

A day lasts for a week,
A week is actually a fortnight,
A month is three of those,
Nothing is wrong, nothing is right.

There’s no difference between a month
And four — they’re all the same,
Yet, February has the least days,
That’s a shame.

Holidays are mixed up —
Halloween’s in spring, fall is for Easter,
Thanksgiving is celebrated on the beaches,
Christmas is no longer in the winter.

Time has no meaning now,
But for the magazine,
Mankind’s fictional invention
Is useless in quarantine.