21 November 2012
Oh my goodness, She spoke to me. Tell me this isn't true. My mouth is full Of delicious cake. Whatever shall I do?
I should respond, But how exactly? My voice is blocked by food. This is awkward, She frowns at me, Now I just look rude!
Should I nod, Wave hello, Or perhaps even bow? I need to converse With this girl, Someone please tell me how!
I could sign, Hum morse code, Do interpretive dance. This is weird, Yet she's still here. Maybe I have a chance?
I suck it up, Open my mouth, Blurt out "Nice to meet you." Crumbs spray forth, Onto her dress. Now what do I do?
I go red, She just laughs, I think to myself, "Be mine!" Then I realise, By her face, I actually said that line.
As she leaves, I make a pact To take smaller bites of food. Otherwise, As this tale shows, I end up being rude!
P.S. Thankfully not a true story!
Nice To Cake You • Opuss № I