An Absolute Star
Darling Patsy,
In your social life you were always late,
Remorsefully, repeatedly and resplendently late.
Sometimes your tardiness would take on a different dimension,
As it challenged conventional time zones, defying all comprehension.
Time travel was once suggested as a solution to your capricious unpredictability,
Which sparked a debate on whether this should be viewed as a gift or a disability?
Once, you were a staggering twenty seven hours late,
Invited to lunch on Sunday,
You finally turned up at 6 pm on Monday.
You would always arrive in a fluster,
Laden with guilt and gifts,
And as many excuses as you could muster.
But we loved you, so we put up with the apologies, the phone calls and the waiting,
Though, we had to concede that, at times, it could be irritating.
Strangely enough, you were never once late for a show,
You were always there for curtain up, how you did it, we'll never know.
But just for once, we wouldn’t have cared, and that’s for certain
If you’d been sufficiently late to miss that ‘final’ curtain.
Maggie Smart
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