No Dinner, But we Danced.

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Darling, hurry up, we have to leave
now, dinner starts at eight and it’s
half past seven.

Yes, I know but I have to change my dress,
didn’t like the first one I put on
it must have shrunk at the cleaners.

Darling it’s eight o’clock! Yes I know but
I’ve to change my dress again, the one
I have got on doesn’t go with my handbag.

Please darling! It’s ten past nine.
Yes I know I’ll be ready in a sec,
just doing my nails.

Darling it’s quarter to ten, we are too late.
That’s OK I’m not hungry anyway and
the music only starts at ten.