'Toasting' Poem by Adebayo Smartfingers

‘Toasting’ (1)
This burning passion is tearing me apart
Come Tuesday noon, am gonna show her the shape of my heart
Poor me! Don’t even know how to ‘toast’
Spent the whole day rehearsing coz her turning me down I loathe
“You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve seen” Silly me, that’s the usual line
“I was a fool, but the day I behold you I became wise” may be that will be fine
Chatting with folks, here she comes sauntering graciously
My heart began to beat in a rhythmical melody
Mr. thought said: man-up Bayo! With shaky legs I walked up to her, managed to mutter a “hello”
“Hi” she replied in an angelic voice which seems to melt my heart
Can I see you for a minute?
“Here I am” she said
(Definitely, Not in the midst of crowd, lass!) Can we go somewhere private, please?
Like your bed, in a funny tone she teased
Took her hand, walked to an empty classroom
With my handkerchief, I cleaned up one of the dusty seats which for many days have not felt the touch of a broom
Amused she was: “you don’t have to do that” in my bag I have a roll of “tissue”
Oh My bad! I said shyly, anyway let’s face the issue