They won a prize, a special cruise.
“Hooray!” they cried. “How can we lose?”
They danced along the entry ramp,
Like two young kids, attending camp.
The noon-day meal was simply great.
She went back for a second plate
Of Caesar salad, lobster claws,
And then they headed for the spas.
Mid-afternoon, the call came out:
“The Lido Deck is serving trout.”
They quickly went to find their seats
And stuff themselves with ocean treats.
So, satisfied, they hit the pool,
Where sweet confections made them drool.
A waiter passed umbrella’ed drinks,
As they relaxed and turned bright pink.
By evening, rang out the bell,
And dinner beckoned them, “Oh, swell!”
They donned their fancy garb again, and then
They headed off to stuff again.
The presentation, it was sweet,
With every fish and fowl and meat.
They skipped the salad bar this time
Because the pastries were sublime.
That night, she hovered on the deck.
She was a nauseated wreck.
She stood and wretched over the side;
She’d swallowed everything but pride.
c2008 by Linda Ann Nickerson
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