It will be my lunchtime soon
And home from work I will depart.
Because I know I'll have
A special meal that is 'ALLA CART'

I need to drive home for lunch
And for this I will confess
First, I must walk my dog
Or else later clean up his mess.

I will quickly make a sandwich
In sixty six seconds or less
Then rush off to my bedroom
To relieve some morning stress.

I'll turn on my computer
And go right to my E-Mail
To read the latest lunch note
From Alla my loving female.

I will happily read every word
And savor her every line
That she wrote with such care
While I sit there and dine.

She shares her life and thoughts with me
I'll enjoy whatever she might write
It's the closest thing we have right now
To an afternoon delight.

Edward Iacona

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-notes-4/