Ode to a True Lunch

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    Ode to a True Lunch

    I realized I was late, For it was nine forty-eight!
    I had on my new jeans, With a bright shiney glean!
    As i knelt on the last pew, I realized I had no Under Roo!
    What if I was in a crash? It would be an unsightly smash!
    I went straight to my house, As quickly as a frightened mouse.
    I decided to eat, Off to Red Lobster for a treat!
    As I parked my little car, I saw a yellow vette afar,
    hhmm, could it be? My ex-lover E? I stood in line not holding a book.
    As I stared out not trying to look, I saw a familiar head go by, Is it him?
    I did sigh.

    Just then my buzzer was blarin, As I was taken to Table #27.
    I looked at the menu, But I wished a different venue.
    I looked out the glass pane, There he was in the lane! With a blond-haired lady, Whose name could have been O'Grady. She reached out and hugged him, As he limply stood slim. They both then drove on by,
    As my heart swelled up high! I decided to take my food home, Where my tears could roam. Why me? It was he! I had not seen him in fifteen weeks, How my very heart leaks! As some people say,
    Fate has its way. Who was to know? That I was to see a show!

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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