By Salma Nawlo
© 2009 Salma Nawlo, Bogota, Colombia
Time called me on the phone the other day
And asked me if I wanted to play
I said, "No thanks," for I had a lot to do.
It replied, "Oh, I'll spare you an hour or two."
So I thought about it for a little while,
And figured we'd go to the park and walk a mile.
What else to do with my friend called "Time"?
And a little bit of fun is never a crime.
So I said, "Sure 'chrony,' I guess. Why not?"
It replied, "Great! I'll meet you two o'clock, right on the dot."
I hung up the phone, and in the house began to wander.
It was one-thirty; half an hour to ponder
What my friend and I would do at the park.
Or instead we'd go to the sea and greet a big shark!
In a submarine we'd ride and we'll look at the fish
There are big ones and small ones; delicious on a dish!
But maybe, I thought, we'd fly to the moon,
And the only way to get there is on a great air balloon.
My hair will flutter and up go my hands
As the balloon begins to fall, yet it safely lands.
We're on the ground, going deeper! To the center of the earth!
It's getting hot, even hotter, as we approach that hearth.
But we're safe, oh so safe, as we take a quick turn
To South America, it seems, and the Tango we learn!
Yes, that's nice, very nice; but there has to be more
Excitement, adventure and fun galore!
Maybe, perchance, we'd go to Japan!
And meet a nice girl there by the name of Kai-Ann.
Perhaps we'll see the Great Wall of China!
We'll ride there on the head of a gigantic Dina-
Soar with the wind, with a bird on its wing
And - oh no, all of a sudden I heard a loud ring!
I figured I just let my fancy get to me
And looked up at the clock which read "half an hour past three!"
I was late! Oh so late! By an hour and a half!
The ringing went on and this was no time to laugh.
But when I picked up the phone, it was time once again
Who said, "Hey that was fun, how 'bout tomorrow at ten?"