She made the plans, the plane
The rooms
The seaside bracing breeze.
I wanted Florida baseball camp
But she whined pretty please.
The ancient stone, the elders quote
From Iliad the poem.
I loathed the stuff
My marks were rough
But college made a fuss.
Antiquities and war’s
Disease.
I had more than enough.
Now here’s a table packed with food
The fish and salads and pies
Oh that will do
Complaining through
A Greek sight for sore eyes.
And sunset’s rich surprise.
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