Renaissance man feels blasé faire

a vignette about when daylight savings time comes to an end for the year.

Renaissance man feels blasé faire, nevertheless he promised to rescue a damsel in distress (locked up against her will in a castle keep, this - courtesy a bishop prick with a mean mien), now I feel miffed because said lass (lady in red, she danced with me for an extra hour viz during longest day of the year re: transition to standard time), saith to yours truly, a good knight in tarnished armor and much to my delight I (a boyish looking sexagenarian) struck up an instantaneous joie de vivre rapport upon when she coquettishly lowered, fluttered, batted lashes at the speed of sound, qua non verbal twinkles in the eye, which exhibited, divulged, characterized to this former Norwegian bachelor farmer in the dell, who immediately understood (courtesy special signals exchanged by telepathic telegram that served as an analogous messenger) that both of us discovered being Unitarian, nonestablishmentarian, and latitudinarian, than I felt more hell bent then ever to whisk away to never never land (me Prince S) to steal lass away during our golden opportunity, viz termination of daylight savings time November second two thousand and twenty five.

Daylight saving time (DST)
first started in the United States
in 1918 for the following rhyme
and to conserve fuel and power
during World War I
by extending daylight hours
into the evening preceded by Germany
the first country to implement
innovative measure faux peacetime
aforementioned in 1916
for the same reason
amenable to a many
a Norwegian Bachelor farmer,
who sported, and shared
the surname "Nesheim,"
but humble folks (like the unpretentious
writer of these words)
left many a figuratively sour taste like lime
in their mouths,
and a favorite citrus fruit of the Jotunheim,
"Home of the Giants"
and a realm in Norse mythology
the homeland of the jötnar (giants)
and typically depicted as a wild,
mountainous, and cold land
that separates the worlds
of gods and humans,
which name comes
from the Old Norse words
jötunn ("giant") and heimr
("world" or "home")
and an additional germane piece of trivia
concerns the German name Hockenheim

also spelled Hochenheim
a town in northwest Germany,
and the famous motor racing circuit

while maintaining a figurative foothold
aforementioned event probably attended
courtesy one or more members
from family named Florsheim

making reference to the
Florsheim Shoe Company,
an American brand of dress shoes
founded in 1892,
or the German-origin Florsheim surname,
which likely means "flower home"
and additionally refers
to the German towns with similar names,
such as Flörsheim am Main

which company history (tongue in cheek)
got off the ground running
when a brother entrepreneur
shilled (a bit player, an accomplice
of a hawker, gambler, or swindler
who acts as an enthusiastic customer
to entice or encourage others
can you spare a dime

and unwittingly did re: captcha
and gently shoe innocent bystander

inside to finagle a running sale.