Picking up the wife

A Poem by Craig Thomas

I'm sitting in my car
Waiting for my wife
An activity that accounts for
A large chunk of my life

She's often running late
But she rarely is to blame
Things conspire against her
Excuses equally lame

I think she likes the tension
She buzzes off the hurry
Takes too long getting ready
Ends all things in a flurry

She needs some organising
Stopping pushing to the max
Take some time to plan herself
And time out to relax