Dessert of Life

      I have a new delightful friend,

      I'm almost 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;

      June had come along with them,

      All in all ... a pleasant bunch.

      When the menus were presented,

      We ordered salads, sandwiches, and soups;

      Except for June 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,"

      June smiled, completely unabashed.

      We tried to act quite nonchalant,

      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 June,

      As her pie ala-mode went down;

      The other ladies showed dismay,

      They ate their lunches, and they frowned.

      Well, the next time I went out to eat,

      I called and invited June;

      My lunch contained white tuna meat,

      She ordered a parfait.

      I smiled when her dish I viewed,

      She asked if she amused me;

      I answered, "Yes, you do,

      And you also do confuse me."

      "How come you order rich desserts

      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 I was old,"

      She grinned, "I've not been this old before;

      So, before I die, I've got to try,

      Those things for years I have ignored.

      "I've not smelled all the flowers yet,

      And too many books I have not read;

      There's more fudge sundaes to woof down,

      And kites to be flown overhead."

      "There's 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 in water,

      And feel ocean spray upon my face;

      Sit in a country church once more,

      And thank God for His grace."

      "I want peanut butter every day,

      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;

      If I should die before nightfall,

      You'd have to say I died a winner."

      "That I missed out on nothing,

      That I had my heart's desire;

      That 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!"