A Wrinkle In Time

I was talking to my oldest and, yes, dearest, friend, Jon Pope this morning. Okay, I barely know the guy, but he laughs at my jokes, which not only makes him my best friend, it also proves to me the guy's a genius.
Anyway, I have Jon convinced I'm a successful songwriter, and that I'm only working for this company as a community service sort of thing in order to make restitution for an armed robbery a couple of years back.
So, this morning Jon tells me he has an idea for a song. He thinks I should write a song about how when you're having fun, time goes by so quickly, but when you're bored, it just drags slowly by. He's right.
I've often thought that one of the true benefits of my boring existance is that it makes it feel like I'm living longer. But, anyway, I digress. I liked Jon's idea. And, I have to humor him with this songwriting pretense.
So, I sat down and I wrote a little song I like to call, "A Wrinkle In Time." Here, for your listening enjoyment is that song. You'll have to make up your own tune, of course.

I was watching the sci-fi channel just the other night
And they was talking about a subject that to me just don’t seem right
So, I thought I’d sit me down and put my thoughts in rhyme
And try to figger out that thing they call a wrinkle in time

A wrinkle in time. A wrinkle in time
Just the thought has me scratching my head
I don’t xactly know what they was a talking about
But I sure know that I’m mighty afraid.

You see the truth is there’s always been those wrinkles in time
It’s not science fiction. It’s really more like a crime
It’s like when you’re watching your favorite TV show
And your wife starts in to talking about what her days been like, don’t you know.

You’re trying to hear what they’re saying on the TV set
But your wife’s a chattering, she hasn’t taken a breath yet.
How come fore you know it the show’s almost done
And Bertha the missus, well she’s just begun

The thirty minute TV show breezed right past your ears
But your wife’s thirty minutes, well, they seemed like years
Yet it’s the same thirty minutes. Folks, I gotta tell you that I’m
Awfully confused about that dad blasted wrinkle in time.