i know i've already had this poem on here before, but i love it, so i'm putting it up again... Way High Above the 50th Floor by Robert McEvily Last Thursday Mr. E Who may or may not be me Carried a card table and two beach chairs To the 50th floor. When noon came He, Mr. E Centered the table In the space between the six pairs of elevator doors Which open to the core Of the 50th floor. He arranged the chairs on opposite sides of the table Laid a checkered tablecloth of red and white And set up two wine glasses and two paper plates And lit a tea light And placed it in a small glass cup And filled each wine glass with 2% milk And topped each plate with something great: A big chocolate chip cookie. He sat and waited Belatedly nervous. At 12:40 The elevator doors (The ones behind him to the right) Opened And out stepped a young woman in a gray dress Who wore glasses and looked perplexed. She circled the table Then stopped and looked at E Mr. E And the milk and cookies and empty chair On the 50th floor. No one else had done so. No one else had done so! "Looks good," she said. "May I join you?" With glee Mr. E Smiled and nodded. And lions roared and happiness soared Way high above the 50th floor.