A
delicious mouthwatering prospect
He
offered me in a cake,
A
pastry to be specific,
Of
some exotic make.
It
had chocolate cream,
Around
the corners,
It
had cherry in the mid,
Devour
me it screamed,
And
devour I did.
Though
there were some points
in
this saga,
That
looked a bit sordid,
Did
the pastry tasted sour,
May
be a little rancid?
But
it was too little,
And
may be too late,
I
had cleared all of it,
That
he gave me on the plate.
Now
as I run to and fro,
From
bed to bathroom
I
have ample time
to
ponder
What
had gone wrong.
In
the morning
In
front of a vendor
I
had scolded the tea boy
What
in the name of tea you make
You
idiot!
But
he didn’t reply!
So
that was it,
I
had zeroed it on,
It
was a ploy,
The
delicious looking pastry,
was
just a decoy
It
was a sweet revenge,
Revenge
of the tea boy !
