Lunch With Girlfriends By Kathy O’Malley
Elaine’s vertigo has never been worseKay can’t recall where she left her purseRhonda’s about to replace her kneesLinda’s breathing is tinged with a wheeze
Donna's left boob has a troublesome lumpDiane’s on her third trip to take a dumpLorraine’s husband can’t remember a thingNine years a widow, Marge still wears her ring
Marlene is dealing with another UTISally’s giving a hearing aid another tryMarie has decided she can’t drive at nightSharon still wears clothes two sizes too tight
They’ve been through divorces and babies and wakesThey do for each other whatever it takesThey’ve already buried Marcia and KateAnd truthfully, Lizzie’s not looking so great
So whenever they can, they get out to eatOpen bottles of wine and forget their sore feetThere’s laughing and crying and letting down guardsAnd when the bill comes, there’s ten credit cards
So here’s to the waiters who keep orders straightAnd to the places that let lunches run three hours lateAnd here’s to the girlfriends, those near and those farHere's to the girlfriends, you know who you are!!!