The night before unbridled passion
I had lunch that was old-fashioned.
First, what she said made me irate
But was I ready to eat all the plate.

After all the humble pie she made.
And the bowl You know been paid.
I so wanted to lick the little spoon.
The dinner we had on a full moon.

Wasn't the first she paid for dinner.
Remembering when I was thinner.
A matter of fact was our first date.
Though then I had showed up late.

Many times couldn't take the truth.
She made my temper hit the roof.
That inner rage would get to me.
My freedom was like this victory.

Our last goodbyes I still ponder.
And I can't but yet still wander.
Home cooked meals still hurts.
So I just order the just deserts.

Hahaha...very good Trout! ...Very good to see you again too!

Thank you. Work has been inspiring.