Late for dinner, once again, the dish is in the dog!
I thought my wife did the right thing, it looked an unappetising grey bog!

I missed my sons birthday, by just one day.
My wife let me know she wasn't happy in her own unique way.

I was late for our Wedding, only by an hour.
My Wifes Father had a face on him, really rather sour.

I'll be late for my own funeral, i'm feeling rather certain.
I will miss the note, when it is finally pinned to the back of that **** curtain.

I'm always running late and usually the wrong direction.
Always going against the flow, sometimes in a completely different section.

My Wife has acquired skills of personal detection
Over the years she has unearthed some embarrassing things
And therefore I find my name is put forth for Mayoral Election
Two weeks to go now  before i get my wings.

I predict my lateness to the ceremony to swear me in.
I guess i will just have to invest some public money in copious amounts of Gin.

Thank you for reading, please do not feel sorry.
I have to go I'm running late, this time down the pub for a curry.