Everyone has been asked that eternal question by now, “What would you do with 3 wishes?”
Well, I started thinking…why 3? Where did we get 3 from? Is it some standard that we’ve set based on childhood tales of genies popping out of lamps and fairies rescued from unspeakable dangers? Is 3 some magic number that, if we were to surpass it, would cause us to burst into flame, or worse; be imprisoned for life only to suffer endless torment at the hands of some unseen wish warden?
Maybe we’ve just trained our brains not to think past this miniscule number, or maybe, just maybe, most of us feel that we wouldn’t be deserving of any more wishes than that based on a history of past transgressions?
Whatever the case, I’ve decided to think outside of the 3 sided box. How many wishes would I really limit myself to? I think I’d shoot for 50…that seems like a good, solid number to me, how about you? What would you do with 50 wishes? Here’s my list:
If I had 3 wishes…but wait, why stop there?
To limit my wishes just seems so unfair.
I do believe fifty would be much more just,
‘Cause too many things are a definite must.
Before I give in to my personal greed,
I’d like to help out all the people in need.
I’d wish food for the hungry, homes for the poor,
Clean water on every impoverished shore.
Some shoes for the orphans, and widows alike;
That weary man walking, well, he needs a bike.
Love for the lonely; a partner, a mate,
Love for each other; abolish all hate.
A world without stealing, or murder, or crime,
And people that care more than some of the time.
Now me, I would like my own laundry fairy,
Then I’d want legs that would never grow hairy.
I’ll need a few dollars; ten mill would be nice,
Then maybe some diamonds, ‘cause girls love their ice.
I’d want a fit body, and then beyond that,
I’d wish for some thighs that would never get fat.
I’d like to be crowned Miss America, please,
And have a new bladder that withstands a sneeze.
Strumming songs on the guitar might be quite grand,
While singing lead vocals in some famous band.
I wouldn’t mind being a big movie star,
But please wax my brows or I won’t make it far.
My own Private Island would suit me just fine,
And then, some new sports cars, at least eight or nine.
I would like a tiger, no; how ‘bout a zoo?
To staff it, please send me the finest zoo crew.
I’d wish for a mansion with twelve maids to clean;
A garden out back full of plants lush and green.
A whole room of nothing but bath tissue rolls;
Make them all thick so there’s no chance of holes.
A twelve seater hot tub would be pretty cool,
For after a dip in my new swimming pool.
And create a soda that never goes flat,
To sip by that pool in my new floppy hat.
I’d like a masseuse on call at any time;
And a waiter to serve me spritzers with lime.
My own chef to cook me the tastiest food,
Please join me for lunch; wouldn’t want to be rude.
I’ll take a tiara that sparkles and shines,
To wear while I’m drinking the priciest wines.
A thousand new shoes, and then without a doubt;
The finest silk stockings that never wear out.
Please send me an eighty foot yacht, on the double,
along with a Captain or I’ll be in trouble.
A pilot to chauffer my own private jet,
And take me to places I haven’t seen yet.
A vacay to Candy Land’s shores would be swell,
For chocolates as big as the liberty bell.
An opal in silver, an emerald in gold,
A ruby in platinum would never get old.
I’d wish for some sapphires, the deepest of blue,
Then if the mood strikes me, I might wish for YOU!