Speed - a poem (of sorts)

Christmas is my favourite time of year, and it passes by quicker than a bullet train.
March is my favourite month, and it’s disappearing quicker than alcohol at a teachers party.
Why do the things I love most spend the least amount of time in my presence?
While the things I detest drag on like a drag queen driving a drag racer?
Einstein had a theory about it. He called it his “Theory of Stupid Time Shit”
(This is Ralph Einstein, by the way, a guy I once met at a bar in Swindon)
That meeting is a case in point, really.
Swindon was a dump, and a day there in poor company felt like a lifetime,
while when I spent  a week in Austria with Philippa, we seemed to be climbing back on a plane as soon as we’d stepped off the first one. 
Enjoyment.
Time.
Boredom.
Location.
They seem to have strange effects on each other.
I call them “The Four Sides of the Life/Hate Triangle”
And that’s it.

RC 17-3-17