Friday, December 23, 2005

not of nantucket

I have a dear friend down the street,
Through blogging our fortune to meet.
Immediate friends,
A purple-ish blend,
Together we don't miss a beat.

We went to a movie one night
And ended up out for a bite;
We shared conversation
Of things of salvation
And pondered a true woman's plight.

And though she is new in my life,
She's taught me so well how to wife.
A pathway to bliss,
For me she does this:
She validates internal strife.

For her I hope I'll do the same.
She told me to pick up my blame.
Wait - that's not the word...
Now thanks to her,
I'm reading the book Auntie Mame.

She's beautiful inside and out.
Her arguments carry such clout.
For friendship a knack.
A real peanut snack.
She shows me what it's all about.

7 comments:

La Yen said...

Um, I love the movie...does that count?

beans said...

we used to listen to music from the 80s... remember when we seen the barenaked ladies?

AzĂșcar said...

Be my, be my, be my, be my Yoko Ono.

I don't know if she's my Yoko Ono, but I never slag her for breaking up the Beatles.

~j. said...

Don't blame it on Yoki.

Bek said...

This name is the hairshirt I wear.

Bek said...

P.S. When I was a missionary in Scotland they were playing at a pub down the street from where we lived (they had already put out Gordon, but most people in the US weren't onto them yet and the UK was JUST starting to know them).

WE WENT!! (but stayed outside most of the time. My poor greenies!!!)

nie nie said...

jenny, that was so cute.