I’ve finished six pillows in Needlepoint,

And I’m reading Jane Austen and Kant.

And I’m up to the pork with black beans in Advanced Chinese Cooking.

I don’t have to struggle to find myself

For I already know what I want.

I want to be healthy and wise and extremely good-looking.

I’m learning new glazes in Pottery Class.

And I’m playing new chords in Guitar.

And in Yoga I’m starting to master the lotus position.

I don’t have to ponder priorities

For I already know what they are:

To be good-looking, healthy, and wise.

And adored in addition.

I’m improving my serve with a tennis pro,

And I’m practicing verb forms in Greek.

And in Primal Scream Therapy all my frustrations are vented.

I don’t have to ask what I’m searching for

Since I already know that I seek

To be good-looking, healthy, and wise.

And adored.

And contented.

I’ve bloomed in Organic Gardening,

And in Dance I have tightened my thighs.

And in Consciousness Raising there’s no one around who can top me.

And I’m working all day and I’m working all night

To be good-looking, healthy, and wise.

And adored.

And contented.

And brave.

And well-read.

And a marvelous hostess,

Fantastic in bed.

And bilingual.

Athletic,

Artistic . . .

Won’t someone please stop me?