Larry Schwartz was a nice guy,
and he was really popular.
To be invited to lunch with Larry and the guys
Was worth a lot.
It was an easy decision to toss Mom’s sandwich,
A good salami with mustard on Rye,
(Telling them it was just a cream cheese and jelly.)
In favor of being one of the boys.
From time to time Gail Smith was Larry’s girl-friend.
Gail was unattached
When we accidentally meet on Avenue U one year later.
It was very nice, talking to this pretty girl.
We said goodbye without my getting her phone number,
Without my inviting her to a Saturday movie,
Without my doing anything that might be constructive.
I was a fifteen year old with few social skills, in torment.
If I had fresh salami sandwich
It might have led to our sitting on a park bench.
I sure wished I had that sandwich to share with Gail.
Did I say Gail was really nice and very pretty?
We could have gone to the movies,
Maybe held hands.
I would have walked her home,
And she would have become my girl-friend.
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