The doorbell rang, ‘Twas rather late And no one visits At my gate, But up I rose, To my delight An Asian girl Stood in the light. Was this a vision, Just a dream; Delusions that Awake I seem? Was there a God Who answered prayers And placed this girl Upon my stairs? I opened up The door between The manifested Dream I’d seen. Ah-low, she said, Remembah me? I know that voice I said to she. For years we’d chatted On the phone, The best Chinese I’ve ever known. Years before She’d come on by To meet me once Hello, good-bye. Now here she was, Upon my steps, The finest one Of Food King’s reps. For fifteen years The Chinese food, From her I ordered When in the mood. In my drive Her car was parked, Beneath the moon Her dark eyes sparked. I sell my store But new one bought, I fix you some When food is sought. Food King’s number I’ll take out, Off my dialer, Have no doubt, I said, Replace it, With your phone; The new food king Upon the throne. She touched my hand, Ahh, thank you much, You so kind, Her hand I clutch. She turned to leave, Beneath a star, The Food King girl Climbed in her car. Into the night She drove away, No other stops She made this day. Thanked the gods While in my bed, That to my door She had been led. I’d order her By the pound But on the menu She’s not found. For beef and broccoli Can’t compare To having her Upon my stairs.