The Blue-Plate Special Poem by Robert Winthrop

When I was newly married and adjusting to the life,
I went to see my mother and complained about my wife.
I wasn't kind then to my wife I really must confess.
Her cooking wasn't up to par; she left the sink a mess.
My mother listened carefully to all I had to say,
And then she smiled and gave advice I think of everyday.
Said she, "The object of one's heart
Cannot be ordered a la carte."

"You've bought the blue-plate special and you like the meat and bread.
The spinach is not to your taste; you'd like some peas instead.
The carrots may be overcooked, you'd like them crisp and sweet;
But you have bought a package and it comes to you complete.
You also must remember that your wife may have complaints;
She may not always worship you, for none of us are saints.
Yes, son, the object of one's heart
Cannot be ordered a la carte."

"So put a little sugar on the carrots and you'll see;
The sweetness of forgiveness through the years will set you free.
It's time you tried that okra that you always thought you'd hate;
And don't forget the great dessert they've piled upon your plate.
You'll find the combo that you bought is really quite all right
And that your blue-plate special is a rich gourmet delight."
I'm glad the object of my heart
Did not come to me a la carte.