Classic Poem

One—
That she'd be late I might have known.
Two—
Did she go back to change her shoe?
Three—
Perhaps she's lost her memory.
Four—
Or is she buying out a store?
Five—
If I should leave then she'll arrive.
Six—
And nail me to a crucifix.
Seven—
I'll still be here when it's eleven.
Eight—
I'm sure she'll say, ‘Can I be late?’
Nine—
And my reply, ‘You're right on time!’
Ten—
‘What gives you all those wrinkles then?’
Eleven—
‘That's how I smile when I see Heaven!’