Author Frederick Adam Wright When you say — " Quick: let's get it over" — I feel myself a languid lover. It's only when you bid me wait That I dash from the starting-gate. If you are in such haste to go You'd better tell me to be slow. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments