If Cary Grant Would Marry Me...*

If Cary Grant would marry me, I'd be the only wife.

There'd be no need for others. I'd be the mate for life.

It would be so lovely, attraction at first glance;
And happy every after, a glorious romance.

He'd never be unhappy, I'd make sure of that.
Every night my open arms would be his Welcome Mat.


I'd cater to his every whim and even press his tux;
And I'd be sure that he received some daily love deluxe.

Cary in a Tux: Pressed to Perfection

I'd be his magic lantern and fulfill his every  wish!

And he will rub the perfect spots (I can be ticklish).

That FlickChick tickles my fancy!

We'd be Red Carpet regulars, so stylish and so glamorous;

We'd be a golden couple, so ardent and so amorous.

Our Annual Invitation

Each night he'd sleep the sleep of angels because he's so adored,

And I will read "The Joy of Sex," he never will be bored.

Our Manual

We'd have lots of babies, if that is his desire;

I'd interview most carefully the nanny that we hire.

We'd stay young together, no more May-December;

And our life would always be a grand Affair to Remember.

I just love what Flicky writes about me!

Each day would be paradise for me and handsome Cary,

Because we'd be so happy that it was me he chose to marry!

Sigh.....

Well, a girl can dream, can't she?

I wonder how long this restraining order lasts?

* apologies to Cary's real family and to poets and poetry lovers everywhere.