She won’t eat leftovers,
Leaving me the paprikash and stroganoff,
The brisket and the bourguignon,
Marinating and more piquant
Over the time the leftovers last.
Nor will she see a movie twice,
While I, first time through and liking it,
Feel the first time’s merely hello,
As it blossoms into a deeper affair
The more times I see it.