Poem for her 88

Dear Readers,


Picnic at the Picnic


There we were
At the annual Picnic
Every year the same place
The same people
The same foods
Just like normal

Yet when you read those past six lines
You'd have your own mental image
But what about "The Picnic"
What does it see
In it's Mind's eye?

Picnics happen every day
For the two of us
I am oft times thinking
What would this Picnic think about,
The Food
The Drink
The weather

So I asked today's Picnic
How did you like..?
"She is prefect!" The Picnic said
Even before I could finish asking
The Picnic was right.


Happy Birthday Babe

Charles.