adam and imogene go to vegas

adam and imogene cheever

sported matching tropical shirts

as they strolled down the strip

from the palazzo to the mirage.

imogene's sister had insisted

that the buffet at bellagio

was not to be missed. and adam

was especially fond of prime rib.

then he hit the tables at harrah's

while imogene stuck to bingo –

she's practiced for years

tuesday nights at the VFW hall.

the following day, well rested,

they dressed in their finest,

with tickets for wayne newton's

golden circle at the flamingo,

pre-show meet-and-greet photo

with mr las vegas included.

on wednesday they flew back

to ohio, with memories they'd

treasure forever, and an 8 x10

semigloss of wayne planting

a kiss on imogene's cheek

as she clutched a bouquet

of red roses to her best

sunday blue dress. her sister

irene, was duly impressed

and adam swore he wasn't

the least bit jealous.

after all, it's just part of the

'games that lovers play'

he said with a chuckle.