Our Girls Are Gone

My girls are gone, and I'm so sad,
But what they left has kept me glad:
Because of asparagus mixed with crab sauce;
Fried pasta hasn't seemed like a loss.

Susan and Mark came by to partake
In what me family had a stake:
R's red beans on rice or in a cup;
There are many ways we have to sup.

B and S's great stir fry,
So good it makes me want to cry.
Now, we're on our own, to my distress;
I only hope we won't digress.