WANT WHAT SHE'S HAVING
I have a new delightful
I am most in awe of her.
When we first met I was impressed,
By her bizarre behavior.
That day I had a
date with friends,
We met to have some lunch.
Mae had come along with them,
All in all ... a pleasant bunch.
When the menus were
We ordered salads, sandwiches, and soups.
Except for Mae who circumvented,
And said, Ice Cream, please: two scoops.
I was not sure my
ears heard right,
And the others were aghast.
Along with heated apple pie,
Mae added, completely unabashed.
We tried to act
As if people did this all the time.
But when our orders were brought out,
I did not enjoy mine.
I could not take
my eyes off Mae,
As her pie a-la-mode went down.
The other ladies showed dismay,
They ate their lunches silently, and frowned.
Well, the next time
I went out to eat,
I called and invited Mae.
My lunch contained white tuna meat,
She ordered a parfait.
I smiled when her
dish I viewed,
And she asked if she amused me.
I answered, Yes, you do,
But also you confuse me.
How come you order
When I feel I must be sensible?
She laughed and said, with wanton mirth,
I am tasting all that's possible.
I try to eat the
food I need,
and do the things I should.
But life's so short, my friend, indeed,
I hate missing out on something good.
This year I realized
how old I was,
She grinned, I've not been this old before.
So, before I die, I've got to try,
Those things for years I had ignored.
I've not smelled
all the flowers yet,
There's too many books I have not read.
There's more fudge sundaes to wolf down,
And kites to be flown overhead.
There are many malls
I have not shopped,
I've not laughed at all the jokes.
I've missed a lot of Broadway Hits,
And potato chips and cokes.
I want to wade again
And feel ocean spray upon my face.
Sit in a country church once more,
And thank God for It's grace.
I want peanut butter
Spread on my morning toast.
I want un-timed long-distance calls,
To the folks I love the most.
I've not cried at
all the movies yet,
Nor walked in the morning rain.
I need to feel wind in my hair,
I want to fall in love again.
So, if I choose
to have dessert,
Instead of having dinner.
Then should I die before night fall,
I'd say I died a winner.
Because I missed
out on nothing,
I filled my heart's desire.
I had that final chocolate mousse,
Before my life expired.
With that, I called
the waitress over,
I've changed my mind, it seems.
I said, I want what she is having,
Only add some more whipped-cream!
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