My girlfriend, you see, has picky tastes
She’ll only eat at a few select places
I ask her to choose, but she always defers
“I’ll see,” she says, leaving me in a lurch
Confidently, I suggest burgers, steak, or seafood
But she shakes her head, “Those make me toot”
I relinquish control and let her decide
And without fail, her choice I can’t deride
“I don’t know,” she finally exclaims
I eagerly pull out my phone, hoping to tame
This hunger that grows with every passing minute
But alas, her favourite restaurant remains elusive.
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