Snoozing in front of the crackling fire with a belly stuffed full of good eats,
You watch in dismay as Garbo piles the table full of sweet treats,
No more room for dessert, you say with a sigh,
It's getting dark, I suppose it's time to say goodbye,
I'll make some food for your journey! Garbo brightly declares,
For an empty stomach is worse than getting eaten by bears!
So with a heavy heart and a sack loaded with a 3 course meal,
You trudge out the door, staring back at the cozy restaurant with appeal,
A walk turns into a run, as tears cascade down your face,
To overcome the separation anxiety, you need to keep a quick pace!
The clouds turn gray, as rain begins to pound down from the sky,
By turning your body into an umbrella, the food is kept dry,
But suddenly you trip, hitting the ground with a thud,
Your bag of food goes flying into a puddle of mud!
No! you wail with despair,
I give up, life's not fair!
Lying in a rapidly growing puddle, with no more energy to spare,
That's when you hear music propagating through the air.