AuntShecky
10-04-2007, 11:41 AM
What Time Is It?
I
It’s after pots and pans clattering and before
the tail-end of prime time; not
homework time or snack time or play time
(for little ones it’s way past bedtime.)
II
We know where our children are
and it’s a bit of a way to go
‘til that magical witching hour
III
It’s a tad too late to go out,
a bit too early to say good night.
IV
You're in a spot between home and out,
in the ballpark but you haven't made it
to first base. Should you
finish your drink and call it a night
or order a round and go all the way?
V
I dunno.
I don't know – what time is it?
VI
It’s that odd guest
who squeezes his backend into a seat
at the table of the seasons, prompting
Mother Nature into fixing
an extra plate.
VII
It’s that wishy-washy phase of a woman’s
life when she’s not a spicy
little number any more, no more fun flair
or fan fare but not ready for
a walker and a dish of bland fare.
VIII
It’s fair-to middlin’.
If it were music, it would be
middle- of- the- road, if it were
a color, it would be beige. If it were
a city, it would be Omaha.
IX
Not the shank, it’s the hump already.
It’s the drab ol’ nothin’ happenin’
Wednesday of the night.
X
It’s half past whatever,
a quarter to shrug.
wasted a whole damn evening again.
Aunt Shecky
All rights reserved.
I
It’s after pots and pans clattering and before
the tail-end of prime time; not
homework time or snack time or play time
(for little ones it’s way past bedtime.)
II
We know where our children are
and it’s a bit of a way to go
‘til that magical witching hour
III
It’s a tad too late to go out,
a bit too early to say good night.
IV
You're in a spot between home and out,
in the ballpark but you haven't made it
to first base. Should you
finish your drink and call it a night
or order a round and go all the way?
V
I dunno.
I don't know – what time is it?
VI
It’s that odd guest
who squeezes his backend into a seat
at the table of the seasons, prompting
Mother Nature into fixing
an extra plate.
VII
It’s that wishy-washy phase of a woman’s
life when she’s not a spicy
little number any more, no more fun flair
or fan fare but not ready for
a walker and a dish of bland fare.
VIII
It’s fair-to middlin’.
If it were music, it would be
middle- of- the- road, if it were
a color, it would be beige. If it were
a city, it would be Omaha.
IX
Not the shank, it’s the hump already.
It’s the drab ol’ nothin’ happenin’
Wednesday of the night.
X
It’s half past whatever,
a quarter to shrug.
wasted a whole damn evening again.
Aunt Shecky
All rights reserved.