The White Ship ((22)
(22) Second Date
She nicknamed me her "glum bank teller"
But of all the guys her "favorite fella.''
I said she was, "My favorite hippie, "
And called her "cute though kind of snippy."
She called me "dry old economics"
I called her "Latin Church harmonics"
She said she was a merry Nun
I said we could have Monkish fun.
My world was stocks, short and long,
Her world were verses, ancient songs,
She majored in Comparative Lit.;
Not a matching profile fit.
But oh she took the heart of me
She took my hand so naturally
I then invited her for tea
But cautioned, "I must be back at three."
She laughed and then she sweetly asked
Would there be a market crash
If I failed to watch the tape,
Would world investors be irate?
I reminded her I could get fired,
She told me then she would me hire;
I asked her what the job would pay?
"Why having me both night and day."
I asked her what we'd live upon,
The English poets, Blake and Donne?
For breakfast, Milton in a saucer?
At dinnertime, Geoffrey Chaucer?
She answered with a sudden kiss
And asked nee, "Could I live on this? "
All my bantering lawyer's art
Abandoned me as did my heart.
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