I wanted to send you roses
but I haven't a penny to my name.
I wanted to send you a card or letter
but the postman never came.
I wanted to call you on the phone
but everytime that I did.
Your line seemed always busy
so I hope you can forgive.
I wanted to bake you a cake
and send it so brightly wrapped.
But all I had in my cabinets dear
was a box of poison for the rats!
I wanted to make you a sweater
of the finest quality of yarns.
But everytime I went to knit it
I got the sharpest pains running down my arms!
I wanted to so many times to tell you all of this
but everytime I write it down.
I seem to always misplace my list.
Linda Winchell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-wanted-to-3/
