The passage of time seems to have speeded up . . .
There’s something wrong with my calendar,
It’s going much too fast.
It says it is my birthday,
But it’s not long since my last.
I reckon it’s those rascals,
The Mechanics of Time. It’s they
Who’ve tinkered with Time’s Arrow
And let it go astray.
They’ve not restored a setting
To what it used to be.
It’s slapdash and it’s sloppy –
Work not done properly.
They need a decent checklist
To note the things they’ve done;
They could then, when they’ve finished,
Restore them one by one.
Their carefree attitude won’t do
In a Universe so vast:
They must reset Time’s passage
So I don’t age so fast.