Like it was in the stage
When Stephen was there
He play it with conscience
He didn’t want to go ahead
He knows those artistes wouldn’t queue in
Not like the queen
He saw her in the beach
Holding hands with the prince
Maybe the princess
But that was something he needed to see
He believes in the breeze
The deal wasn’t just to shrink
He was still on his meals
Nobody knows he enjoys every little spoons.
He was telling her it was different
She got astonished by him
And she looks at him from that move’s
Trying to be his main stuffs
Steph was just about the meal
He was still saying about the different tastes
Happy it wasn’t tasteless
But he was satisfied with every little spoon
He took in the meals
Not just my eyes alone was liking
The people there was liking
Changing from their ordering
Demanding the meal as it was demanding
Just to have that good taste of delicious.
I didn’t say much
I just let them have their say
It was about the meals
And I am sure it was just was it was
Not to me alone in the place
She didn’t just know what she prepared
But she shout as it was my usual
The expressions on their face’s
Was something to put on the menu
But it might have been a little longer
I wish she knows it was no longer the kind of meal
Maybe a missed in the steps of the seasoning
Or something she just couldn’t get into it.
At that eatery, almost everyone was ordering for a particular kind of meal, and the funniest thing is that, it was the meal I had in mind to eat that afternoon.
But the realizations on people’s face while eating the meal was not as it used to be, maybe, too much seasoning was added to the meal.
