He Wishes

I wish I were a lordly chef

     In some first-class hotel,

Three times a day I’d stuff myself

     Or things I love so well.

I wish I were the soda man

     Who opens up the fizz;

I’d mix myself drinks all the time,

     The very best there is.

I wish I owned a theatre,

     In my exclusive right;

I’d know the actresses to see

     A drama every night.

I wish I were a chauffeur so

     That I could ride all day

All through the countryside and have

     No puncture bills to pay.

I wish I were all this and that,

     But if I were I know

I’d wish that I were something else,

     So I guess I’ll let it go.

April 15, ‘09