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TheFortune Cookie

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TheFortune Cookie

I finished my Chinese meal all at once
 and stared at the cookies like some sort of dunce.
 
When I read my fortune I did not understand
 from the small piece of paper, I held in my hand.
 
It said that my next days wouldn't be "fun",
 and that my plight was to live like Attila the Hun;
 
I wasn't real comfortable about eating alone
 but, I paid off the bill and went straight to the phone.
 
I placed my phone call from the diner's phone booth
 in search for my date for lunch, my friend Ruth.
 
I asked for my tea when I stood to get up
 but, I was so worried I couldn't finish my cup!
 
I ran out the door and I searched through the lot,
 but, Ruth and her car, at the diner...were not!
 
It then started raining, and I got a good douse,
 then it quickly dawned on me to check out her house.


I arrived in an hour at her tiny white lodge,
 and saw that her car wasn't in her garage!
 
I spied in each window, but all I could see
 was an empty abode, 'cept her cat...Mr. "T".
 
I then got quite worried with a pang of fright,
 but, I went home anyway and called it a night.
 
The next day was worse, I was at my wits end!
 I just couldn't believe I had lost my good friend!
 
Ruth was the type to confirm a lunch date,
 she would not have left me hanging like this, at any rate.
 
I searched the grocery store, and mall like some jerk;
 'til I thought I had better go and check out her work.
 
I still was puzzled about my being a barbarian
 as I strolled to where Ruth worked as a librarian.
 
Well, they hadn't seen her...she had three days off,
 something about her having a bad cough.
 
So, day two was futile...I had all but given up;
 I chased her with whiskey...cup after cup.
 
Day three went much better, it put Ruth within reach
 I remembered when ill, Ruth would visit the beach.
 
I drove for three hours and arrived at the sand;
 to find Ruth still coughing, but so nicely tanned.
 
With my hands in my pockets, I felt great and so free;
 I'd finally found Ruth...and still had her fortune cookie!
 
I remembered I'd taken one on the day of our date,
 so I gave it to her...it wasn't too late.
 
I knelt down beside her, and felt the warmth of the sun;
 and recalled my strange fortune about Attila the Hun;
 
out of my pocket, I held the slip in my hand;
 I re-read it again...and I began to understand;
 
well, I couldn't stop laughing whilst down on one knee,
 for I had gone three whole days...living quite, "Ruthlessly"!

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