At the door, we stand,
The aroma invites,the smoke welcomes,
My date blinds and coughs,
chased is the cloud of smoke infront of her lips
whats left for us,is the dense tears
she regrets,
slowly,we drag to the archaic benches,
a look-alike, was the cathedral pews,
whatever the case
but i still wear the proud face
for i afforded
&
my wallet had such grace
She comes,
I ask for the menu,
with a fake grin ,she ignores
the list of meals ,
She numbers and names
Bae stares at the atmosphere
Fear drives near
But who am I not to order?
Diced chapatis was the "new pizza"
Drowned in bean soup
Praying for it,I did to the maker,
Knowing bae will like it
&
Do the "massacre"
That would do her dried tummy justice
Even though her favourite was fried rice,
I still found my dish as the afforded price
Sweaty & uncomfy, she gets
Disturbed, I guess
Disappointed ,revealed her face
Even as she becomes pressed
I still believe I did my best
When I paid the bill,
My pockets were nill,
Turning to stare at her ,
She was nowhere
Hotel Kibandoski ruined my date
Dining here was no part of the fate
