It was a very long time ago,
that dinner on the beach
we traveled with some
friends to the
where Taylor and Burton romanced...
Why shouldn't we?
Our friends were travel buddies and
knew all the ropes
they succumbed to a time share rant
for a dinner on the beach.
They convinced us of the fun
the possibilities it wrought,
we enjoyed the tour
a gorgeous private pool and getaway;
both Liz and Richard
once had been here, tucked away.
We were rather newly married
so wonder at such places was yet in our eyes;
our jaded Washington friends
just along for the free dinner.
Dinner on the beach!
Of course we would never take advantage
they would always do so;
they were older,
knew the ropes
and he worked for the government;
his boss was the president, in some distant chain of command.
So okay, we went along.
The dinner on the beach was superb,
the waves crashing and our feet in sand,
the food wonderful,
the wine speaking lovely words
the lanterns lighting
the smooth bouquet of sea and surf and delicious
Okay, we did not buy the time share
and we did not feel guilt.
The service was excellent, almost surreal
and forever I will remember
our dinner on the beach.
The lovely bungalow time share,
with its small private pool.
I remember that too,
it's marble bath, so exotic.
My own bath looks kind of
like the one we saw that day, the memory inspiration.
I call it my Taj Mahal,
minus Taylor and Burton, of course.
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