To Both Of My Wives - Poem by Michael Philips
Now why would you question my love for you, honeybunch?
You know that you are more precious to me than
A 1973 Gibson ES335 sunburst semi hollow body guitar
(Which I would love to have)
Or a case of 1961 Château D’Yquem
(Which I would also love to have – hell, even just one bottle)
Or a silver 1968 Mercedes 280SL classic sports car with the removable roof
(I would abso-total-utely love to have that)
But those are just for reference. I’m not advocating that you
Spend any of your inheritance on these things for me.
I will cherish any bauble you give me because
You and you alone, honeybunch, are the love of my life.
So why do you keep questioning my love for you?
You know I have business in: A) New York or B) Washington
And you know I have to be there 3 to 4 days a week.
I wish you could show a little more understanding.
I’m doing this for us.
No, we don’t need to move.
I like living here in: A) Washington B) New York
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