Flamboyant champagne bucket,
the nosegay of flowery decor,
the violin began to play
and we sat down for ‘The Feast’.

The waiter served the starters;
the “Mushroom Risotto,”
the “Garlic Sauce,”
the “Meatballs with Chimichurri Sauce,”
and the “Antipasto Platter,”
along the main course.

Soon, my cognition took me
to the TikTok, the TikTok of stilettos
to the fragrance of bombshell body mist.
Then I turned around
and saw a pretty, young lady.
After a few moments of gazing,
she joined us
and sat just in front of me.
Her lips were uttering the same
five-lettered word—SORRY!
She slashed and struck
the knife and fork

into the meatballs,
the thrashed and lashed meatballs
now got mapped into an immersion
of sauce, and soon got
slouched in her mouth.
Still leaving her lips,
‘pristinely pink.’

The very first bite she took
was as satiating as her appearance
and lovely enough
to replace the deliciousness of the starters:
the “Mushroom Risotto,”
the “Garlic Sauce,”
the “Meatballs with Chimichurri Sauce,”
and the “Antipasto Platter,”
served along the main course
by the waiter, in ‘The Feast.’

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