The honeymoon is
And he has left for
Whistling something obvious from La
And carrying a brown calfskin attache caseI never dreamed he was capable of owning,
Having started the
With ten pushups and a cold
Followed by hearty breakfast.(What do we actually have in common?)The honeymoon is
And I am dry-mopping the
In a green Dacron dry-mopping outfit from Saks,
Wondering why I'm not dancing in the dark,
Or rejecting princes,
Or hearing people gasp at my one-man show,
My god, so beautiful and so gifted!(The trouble is I never knew a prince.)The honeymoon is
And we find that dining by candlelight makes us squint,
And that all the timeI was letting him borrow my comb and hang up his wet raincoat in my closetI was really
To stop letting him.
And that all the
He was saying how he loved my chicken pot pie,
He was really
To stop eating it.(I guess they call this getting to know each other.)
