In the Meantime

In the UK
People said ‘Oley!’
In Africa
People growled ‘Ahrrraaharraaa!’
In Antarctica
People did not shout 'Hiyotica!’
For they could freeze their mouths, couldn’t they?

In the morning
People said ‘I’m worn out’
In the evening
People used to disagree
And say ‘I’m dressed up, shall we?’
In the night
People were out of sight
But you could hear them, as their mouths were yawning

In the meantime
People said ‘Oh my! It’s time for cup of coffee’
In between time
It’s the coffee that would say ‘Oh my! Again those people’
While in the meanwhile
The men who grew the coffee beans were loving
And cared for both, their friends and beans, just equal

And so the people said what they were taught
And so they dressed without a thought
And so the coffee kept them running
On roads and seas and sky, what not
And soon they noticed how late it was
And said ‘Oh my! God… I wish it would stop!’
Which never happened, nor it ought
For not the sayings, nor the dresses were their lot
But time was all that they had got.