Day Sixty-three

Today's words:

Garden

Ravioli

Bulb

Chess

Tape

Ginger

We were picnicking in the garden

On the first warm day of spring, eating ravioli

And a bulb

Of fennel while we played a game of chess

And listened to an eight track tape

(This was long ago). We drank ginger

Ale. A ginger

Cat hid under a nearby bush in the garden.

The tape

Ran out as we finished the ravioli

And you made your move in chess.

I saw the light bulb

Go off over your head as I bit down on the fennel bulb.

You took a swig of the ginger

Ale. "Checkmate!" you crowed. You always beat me at chess.

It was a lovely day in the garden

And the ravioli

Were very good. I'd like to have caught it on tape

But they didn't have video tape

Back then, at least not for most people. I'd use the rest of the bulb

Of fennel in the next day's ravioli

Along with some fresh ginger.

We began packing up to leave the garden.

You picked up the chess

Set. It had seen many games of chess.

The black king was broken, its crown affixed with tape.

And as we left the garden

I threw a bit of the fennel bulb

At the ginger

Cat, but it got no ravioli.

Tomorrow I'll make ravioli

Again, and we'll play another game of chess.

We'll drink ginger

Ale and use another piece of tape

To fix the black king. Then I'll go plant a tulip bulb

Near the big tree in the garden.

It will be almost like the ravioli we ate listening to music on tape,

While playing chess and munching on a fennel bulb,

Observed by a ginger cat in another garden.