I’m sorry my dear you’ll need to wait.
Any attempt to work and we’ll be late.
Your alarm yelled and howled at half past eight.
But to convince you to rise would have taken a wake.
Thats enough dawdling and drawing for heavens sake.
You mustn’t tarry now or a fuss she will make.
And then we’ll see how well you create.
Lies and alibis, enough to fill a lake.
If you’re excuses were books you would truly be great.
Now what’s done is done and a smile you must fake,
Lest you sour the hostess and seem a rude ape!