Make It Nine
You're neither sick nor lame?
Yet on our first meeting, you're late?
I came so early today,
I didn't expect you to delay.
You made me sit and wait like a stray dog,
Till the entire space got filled with the city fog.
Night came,stars shone,the moon lit,
I waited,like I was caught in traffic in a fleet
When I say be here on time,
I mean exactly that time,
If it is nine, and you're mine,
Make it nine,
Or you will pay a fine;
That no silver or gold is worth,
Because the cold out here could be worse.
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