Sitting across the table,
He was looking at me,
No, he was actually staring at me,
Then ogling at me,
So I said that I’d pay the bill,
But he wouldn’t stop.
The cake was sweet I must confess,
You know me and cakes…
I was stuffing it down my throat,
I looked up and he changed his face,
“Excuse me”, I said.
“My cake seems sweeter than yours.”
That was a lie,
We were eating the same type of cake,
Except for, I was faster.
When I was halfway done,
I picked it right up,
Licked the icing right out,
Set it down again and kept eating,
I didn’t look up this time.
Afraid of any alarming looks.
Let’s cut to the chase:
I finished my cake,
(I mean every bit of it),
Licked my lips-
Actually didn’t use my serviette.
That’s when he spoke.
This time round, he had a troubled look.
So I asked,”What’s wrong?”
“You just ate the ring!” He said.
“I only had one piece of cake,
Not all the cakes in that ring!” I protested.
“Not that kind of ring,
I mean the engagement ring.” He cried.
What followed was really sentimental,
Especially on his part,
I got a week of bananas,
It’s like probation,
So I could get his ring back,
In the meantime, he was engaged to my stomach,
And in charge of getting me bananas.
Did I mention that I love bananas?
(I’m eating one right now).
Poor guy, he should’ve known,
if that ring was in my kales,
He’d have a chance to marry me,
But now he couldn’t,
I’m just glad I ate that gem.
_Liz Mish Poetry_