Date: Tue, 19 Mar 1996 22:49:41 -0500 (EST)
From: rage@novagate.com

                        Wishes for My Wife

        I wish that I were able, to buy her mink and sable 
        And give her gold and silver jewelry,
        Buy her most expensive frocks, give her many high priced stocks,
        And a mansion fit for all the world to see.

        A personal maid for her and a nice mature chauffeur,
        Plus a cook, a butler and a gardener too,
        And I'd give her without measure anything to give her pleasure
        'Cause for her there's nothing that I wouldn't do.

        I'd take her on some trips in the most expensive ships 
        To Tahiti or some other south sea isle.
        And I'd spend my leisure days in so many happy ways
        Just basking in the sunshine of her smile.

                        * * * * *

        I told my wife my wishes as we were doing dishes,
        She turned to me a smile upon her lips.
        As normally her fashion, she kissed me with a passion, 
        With soapy hands grasped tightly round my hips.

        She said, "Oh, you silly ass, if I wanted wealth or class
        I'd have married some tycoon or movie star.
        And I never tried to hide that I was satisfied
        Just loving you exactly as you are.

        Now put in it's perspective, if wealth was my elective
        I'd probably not be better off but worse.
        For most furs are now taboo, only cloth coats seem to do,
        And being rich is often just a curse.

        Now I would probably grumble when the market took a tumble
        And paper profits were no longer green.
        And fashion would require that I often hire and fire,
        But to me this act would just be too obscene.

        If seasickness was the goal, I would play a perfect role,
        A green faced tourist hanging oer the rail,
        So I beg you please excuse, I could never take a cruise 
        For just the thought of sailing makes me pale.
                                
        So you see when all is done that the riches I have won          
        Are not the kind you take down to the bank,
        But instead are all a part of the joy within my heart
        And for this I have no one but you to thank."
  
                        * * * * *

        Now I finally realize that I have a greater prize
        Than the weight of gold or jewels that others bore.
        For like manna from above,  I've received the gift of love
        From the one and only one that I adore.
                                        Ray E Gessler