An Anti-Tardiness Terzanelle
She really hated being late.
She only had five minutes left,
but wouldn’t make the others wait;
her tardiness would mean the theft
of someone else’s valued time.
She only had four minutes left.
She heard a church bell’s chiding chime,
but it was wrong—she still could save
somebody else’s valued time—
she had three minutes. She’d be brave
and run in high heels—carefully;
still early, she knew she could save
the day with punctuality.
Two minutes left, and almost there!
She ran in high heels—carefully.
Just one more block! She gasped for air;
she really hated being late.
One minute more, and she was there!
Of course, the others made her wait.