Revenge of the Tea boy

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 !