butterflies. by Andrew S Adamsa date that didn't go so well:
so, she and i are sitting at a table
waiting for the food to come and
i'm nervous; they call this butterflies-
this is probably the nicest place i've
ever been, i mean like $100 for a
plate of spaghetti with shrimp-
of course, they call it by some name
that only waiters and those trained in
linguistics can truly pronounce-
basically, it's a few noodles with some
shrimp and too much butter.
we're making conversation about
popular musical styles of the day
(i was in the middle of making a point
about MC Hammer and his artistic genius)
when the food arrives and i'm
still nervous as hell,
and more than eager to let
food go into my mouth rather
than let words come out-
unfortunately, this strategy
worked perhaps a little
TOO well-
it certainly kept me
from saying anything too embarrassing-
but there truly was too
much butter on that pasta-
suffice the disgusting details
except to say that
the butter flies. 07/17/2007 Posted on 07/18/2007 Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/18/07 at 12:38 PM Oh my, quite the visual. Hope the rest of the date went smoooooothly. :-) |
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/20/07 at 03:11 PM It is one of those "slip on a banana peel" poems. One has to laugh in spite of the discomfort. We surely get the picture! ;0) |
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