Goldfinch60

Mañana.

Into the bar they wandered

These scholars, numbered three,

And sat with drinks before them

Relaxed and talking free.

 

They spoke of many subjects

From alpha through to zed,

They all had their opinions

Before they went to bed.

 

One that troubled them the most

Was when they spoke of time,

The speed at which it travelled

It changed just like a rhyme.

 

The question that they pondered

Was how to slow it down,

To wait ‘til they were ready

Caused all of them to frown.

 

The English man just told them

What he would always say,

Leave it until tomorrow

Or ‘til another day.

 

The man from Spain then answered

And said they had a word,

That word was called manana

And slowness that incurred.

 

The Irish man then uttered

That they have slow words placed,

But theirs are somewhat different

And do not show such haste.