The Party begins at Nine

The Party begins at Nine

The party begins at nine tonight,

Don’t want to start off with a fight.

 She says ‘So please don’t make me late,

Be extra early for our date.’

At half past eight or there about,

He’s ready for a good night out.

‘Shall we go?  Are you ready my pet?’

He calls to let her know he’s set.

‘Oh no,’ says she,’ not even dressed,

I really need to look my best.’

She smiles and heads off to her room.

A long delay, he thinks with gloom.

At nine o clock she’s still not done.

‘Hurry dear, you’ll miss all the fun.’

‘I’m nearly there, so please don’t rush,

Patience dear,  please,  please hush,

Ten minutes, just a short time more.’

He groans and frowns, he knows the score.

Then looking like a dream in blue,

With not a single hair askew.

She enters proud and says, ‘let’s go

Our presence to the party show’

He utters mindless, ‘we’re cutting it fine

We were supposed be at the party by nine.’

She glances serenely at her mate

‘Don’t get yourself into a state.

An entrance is what we need to achieve.

To do it, be late, please don’t be naive.’

©June Sciortino 16/11/2011