Poem for her 731

Dear Readers,


Eve of shortbread


We had been designing our meals for ages
We loved picnic style
Old school
The basket was opened
The wine, plates
Cups and the food mostly
Packed that day
No cooking needed
Unless we wanted to
Then out came wear and
Heaters cooking tabs or
Flameless things
The fire was controlled and we never
Had to get up off the table or
The big huge blanket we had several of
This day
We were making different
Shortbread flavors
Off my standards
I have about a dozen kinds
I wanted hundreds
So we were at a shop
In the town that we found ourselves
Thinking as hand in hand
Or just a few feet apart
We mentioned this or that
Food supply stores
Or a hardware store
Or the clothe store
The shopping
Was always fun frolic
We usually never went to buy
We went to select a few
Then hone the needs to the
Money
But we were rich
Just frugal
In our
Hand held no hurry way
Today
Wine and dine after
The shortbread to get trip

Happy birthday Babe,

Charles.