At your bidding once again
You’ll paint my insides rose
And conjure exquisite weather
For a picnic lunch we have tried so many times

You’ve packed the banquet
Savory beef on decadent rye
Oozes down our lips and dribbles at our chins
And only you forgot a napkin
And we are saddled to grimy indulgence

And a spare reveler might happen by
In the style and dress you are accustomed to
And you may split my lunch to share
With this new friend

And if I should object
Foolish me, there is another sandwich
So halt all conclusions
And discern that I will constantly eat
Whatever residual confections you behold