I always knew one day a man would come my way
who would match me and suit me perfectly.
So till he came,
it seems that I would make up dreams
as to just what this man must be.
He'd have a smashing style and a smile,
a perfect smile,
perfect teeth,
perfect chin,
my dream romance.
And in a while or two,
I met a person who had it all and his name was Lance.
Please don't send any wedding presents
despite his looks and his perfect presence,
perfect
smile,
perfect skin,
splendid ears and a lovely chin.
He proved to be without within.
While I still looked for looks,
the kind in storybooks,
now my prince had to be much more
complete.
And if I'd only wait,
I'd find my perfect mate.
And I did.
And his name was
George.
The looks he's got, no, they're not perfection.
His every feature could stand
correction.
Crooked smile,
freckled skin,
his ears stick out but not his chin.
Without
him I'm without within.
I no longer long for the perfect prince.
Dreams are more worthwhile
for the last thing I see before I
close my eyes
is a crooked smile.
You know, my husband and I had a baby.
Well, actually, I had the baby.
And I won't go into detail, but I will tell you
that I have discovered the most beautiful
word in the English language,
epidural.
I highly recommend it for everyone on a daily basis.
We moved out to the suburbs and we were
thinking it would be less stressful.
We are so lucky to be working in this business
with a child because as hard as it is,
it
ain't nothing compared to those nine to fivers.
Oh my God.
I see them sometimes waiting for the train.
Talk about stress.
I think to myself,
there but for the grace of God.