Favorite Days

M.E. Tuthill

Favorite days are special,
So few and far between.
Bounty from life's table,
A taste of haute cuisine.

Three couples thirty years ago,
On Princeton's pubs encroached.
Parking our posteriors, fell down
And screamed, "dead roach!"

Or running off a lobster lunch
Upon a barren beach.
Tossed our trousers on a bet
Embracing water's reach.

Two friends did spirit to the sea,
One Independence Day.
Savored juicy Saugus steaks,
And River Charles display.

Driving 'neath the autumn leaves,
A mission to remember.
Plucked our Pooch amid the patch,
Ten years ago September.

Seasoned to perfection,
Were these disparate times.
Whimsical and fancy free,
Capricious by design.

So when the world is heavy,
Under a mighty din.
Trade jaded for a jenny,
And golden memories spin.



October, 2008



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