French Onion Soup

I first ordered French Onion Soup while dating a new girl I’d met I did this to seem worldly-wise; This is something I wouldn’t advise; It’s a soup that plays hard to get! It arrived and threw me a loop; For a start, it’s covered in bread sealed with some hot molten cheese. I stared long and thought, holy-jeez then picked up a spoon with some dread. I felt like a big nincompoop; I stabbed at the cheese, on it’s raft which made its escape from the bowl; flew totally out of control like some sort of alien craft. I honestly tried to regroup with the girl, with cheese on her lap who, by then, was sobbing away; I said, “Would you like some sorbet?” She quietly called me a sap!