Don Mulford, Cookbook</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=29.htm>Don Mulford</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Cookbook</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>I was browsing through the bookshop when I found a book on cooking<br>And the salesgirl asked me if I meant to buy it.<br>Now I didn’t really mean to for I’d only been there looking,<br>But I liked one recipe and thought I’d try it.<br>She said, “That’s the only copy, they’ve been selling very fast,<br>And we won’t be getting more for quite a while.”<br>So I thought I’d better take it if that copy was the last one;<br>She rewarded me with such a pretty smile.<br>Then I opened up my wallet and I counted through my money,<br>But I realized I’d be a little short.<br>So I paid her with my Visa and I wandered through the mall<br>With a cookbook that I never should have bought.<br>I thought about the recipe that made me buy the book,<br>It was such an epicurean delight.<br>Now I needed the ingredients, I knew just where to look.<br>I was going to dine so sumptuously tonight.<br>But then I got to thinking, Not much fun to dine alone,<br>I could ask that pretty salesgirl if she’d share it.<br>So I went back to the bookstore and in nervous monotone,<br>I told her if she’d come, then I’d prepare it.<br>She smiled again so sweetly and she said she’d like to share,<br>So I told her that I’d start to cook at seven.<br>Then I hurried home, excited, polished up the silverware;<br>Set the table for a meal designed in heaven.<br>I had blended the ingredients and cooking had begun,<br>When on the dot at seven the doorbell pealed,<br>So I doffed my cooking apron, reached the front door on the run,<br>And just seeing her again, my fate was sealed!<br>The sight of her distracted me, all thoughts of cooking fled,<br>I felt beguiled to see her standing there,<br>Then the smell of something burning brought my mind back to my task,<br>But alas, by then I'd lost my savoir faire.<br>I was rattled, I was nervous, and my gourmet meal was done!<br>There was nothing left but charcoal in the pan!<br>And the evening I'd looked forward to, though barely just begun,<br>Left feelings I was just an also ran!<br>What could I do? What could I say? How could I put things right?<br>How could I look this lady in the eye?<br>I'd hoped that I'd impress her with my cooking skills tonight;<br>Now surely I would hear her say, Goodbye!<br>But she told me not to worry, that she knew I'd done my best;<br>That I'd followed the instructions to the letter.<br>She suggested that we go out to the take-out down the street,<br>For the 'burgers there would always taste much better!<br>So though the dinner date we'd had, had not been what I'd thought, <br>That cookbook changed my whole outlook on life,<br>I think perhaps it's been the most exciting book I've bought,<br>For that salesgirl from the bookshop is my wife! </b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>