Lunch With Girlfriends

Elaine’s vertigo has never been worse,

Kay can’t recall where she left her purse.

Rhonda’s about to replace her knees,

Linda’s breathing is tinged with a wheeze.

Donna’s left boob has a troublesome lump,

Diane’s on her third trip to take a dump.

Lorraine’s husband can’t remember a thing,

Nine years a widow, Marge still wears her ring.

Marlene is dealing with another UTI,

Sally’s giving a hearing aid another try.

Marie had decided she can’t drive at night,

Sharon still wears clothes two sizes tight.

They’re been through divorces and babies and wakes,

They do for each other whatever it takes.

They’re already buried Marcia and Kate,

And truthfully, Lizzie’s not looking so great.

So whenever they can, they get out to eat,

Open bottles of wine and forget their sore feet.

There’s laughing and crying and letting down guards,

And when the bill comes, there’s ten credit cards.

So here’s to the waiters who keep orders straight,

And to the places that let lunches run three hours late.

And to the girlfriends, those near and those far,

And here’s to the girlfriends you know who you are!!!