Worst Breakfast Ever

Poem, I thought is just play of words and syllable As breakfast of juice and toast laid out on table Was fiancee's maiden breakfast, joined in dress with lapel Napkin laid on my lap as table manner To capture slip of drop or missed bite that may scatter Drop did fall but the breeze from fan tossed it farther Spoiled dress of my fiancée, upset with quizzical stare Sorry did I say Gave my virgin napkin to wipe stain away Fuming, she threw her napkin at me that on her lap lay Her spoiled napkin stained my dress by the way Cursed Self less, more stupid fan Rotating blades, cutting air, throwing breeze without aim But tossed the drop dot on fiancée, oblivious of decency or shame Switched off fan in fury, but angered everyone all the more All loathed me for silly manners I swore never to have breakfast on table with others Since then, squat on floor, switch off fan even of next chamber Avoid napkin, even to wipe hands, after breakfast is over --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- © Hitendra Mehta Entry for Members Contest – My Worst Poem Ever by (Destroyer ((Poet