Later...

When is later...?

All you ever hear is "Later, Emma! Emma, later..."

"Yes, we know, Emma.

Oh, Emma-

Everyone agrees, Emma-

Please, Emma!"

You have a poem you're fairly bursting with

A short story or a problem, and it's

"What's your rush, Emma?

Shush, Emma-

Goodness, how you gush, Emma-

Shush, Emma!"

You murmer,

"I only...

It's just that...

For God's sake!"

"Later, Emma!"

"Emma"...

Who is "Emma"...

Oh, that weird girl, the one who grumbles

Short and boring,

Yes, she's hardly worth ignoring

And who cares if she's all dammed-

-I meant to say that-

Up inside?

As I've

Often stated

It's intolerable

Being tolerated

"Reassure Emma,

Poor Emma."

"Emma, you'll endure

Who you are, Emma."

Though I've been born, I've never been!

How can I wait around for later?

I'll be one hundred on my deathbed

And the late, or rather later,

Emma Katharine!

Doesn't anything begin?