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.