Since yesterday's post was so long, this one will be quite short.
Time is done with flying, and will now take the bus!
But that’s not cause for crying. Oh, please don’t make a fuss.
I think Time’s going slower suits me quite well,
though I know to some such sloth feels a bit like. . . Hell.
Well then, shall we compromise? Time can take the train.
Not so swift, nor so slow, but nicer terrain
to be seen out the window--a mountain, a beach
looking magnificent and within easy reach.
Hmm? What’s that you say? I’m not making sense?
But that’s not my job. . . Oh dear! I see you’re getting tense.
Take a breath. Just relax. There’s no need to worry.
After all, as I’ve said, Time’s not in a hurry.
And what is Time to you, me, them, him, her or us?
Time is what one makes of him, so let’s not make a fuss.
Hear it here: https://aprillynnjames.com/track/4735367/time-is-done-with-flying-3-2026
From August 2011, this is Madison in full Wonderland-ish whimsy mode. No other commentary from me is needed, I think, though if you wish to leave a comment below, feel free to do so.