The opposite of serendipity - a ranting rap

I woke elated, since we first dated these breaks we have leave me unsated and even though we’re fated to endure them, I hate to think and try ignore them. Having waited with breath so bated, having got the date created and with the minor details to be debated my final text was to be belated as my phone battery was now deflated. Yes I really should be berated; I should have charged it, not equated.

I’d spent last night away from home so my day was really left to roam. I’d kill some time and read a tome and wander round the the city’s domes. The trip back home was far too large to go and give my phone a charge but I’m quite the calm, collected boy so with this setback remained coy, I knew the place of your employ so I’d show up there to give you a hoy.

So outside your store I sat to wait but due to a foul turn of fate your floor was closed for moving freight and I could not wait outside your gate. With no access to your level I began to fill a touch dishevelled but from the next floor up I revelled as I could see your shop through an architectural bevel.

I saw you turn off your store lights, lock the door, head toward the right and this was the high point of my night as you truly are a wondrous sight. Now this is where fate starts to bite, my lungs get tight, I feel a blight as I linger at the top of a flight of stairs that you might use to exit the site. I swear my vision’s telling lies when you don’t appear over the rise and I wait to give you a surprise, I wait to see your vibrant eyes. Minutes pass, my mind implies you crept on by in a disguise and my cunning plan I now revise. I surmise it’s unwise to linger long and devise a new plan to surprise you and get a fix of your eyes too.

To Town Hall oh how I ran, seemed like the perfect plan as most nights without ban, at Town Hall they began. I’ve got good leg span and I’m not an unfit man but when I got there I scanned and panned. No sign of you. Damn!

I’m no logic beginner, the next thought from my inner was a true winner so I jogged to where we’d chosen to have dinner. I arrived there puffing as I’d got there by roughing my way through streets full to the stuffing yet even with all the bluffing you weren’t there - I was huffing. For near an hour I did scour and glower and devour all the faces passing by outside that sour Chinatown tower. I was lacking power and needed a shower but wanted our evening to flower on, I did not want to cower from.

“Town Hall again!” I did say so I set out on my way without delay but feeling dismay that my evening of play had turned into this fray. Up the street I was moping, but occasionally scoping shopkeepers and hoping they could charge my phone that was sloping my night to this tangled roping. Even as I yelped, none offered help to this disheartened whelp.

So back home to my burrow, my brow furrowed my misery thorough.

Phone charged I called you to apologise expecting you to be full of despise and label me as “Like other guys” and close me off from your gorgeous eyes. Well you were on the train away having given up on me for the day but when you tell me how your night panned out I give a dry and mirthless shout.

At the top of the steps when I saw doom you’d gone to use the old bathroom and to Town Hall I did zoom - I beat you there and didn’t loom. I’d dashed off to our place of dinner but you saw Town Hall more the winner and waited there while I the sinner had run so much I’d gotten thinner.

When to Town Hall I was heading back you were questioning the lack of my replies, my denies, my surprise, my fail - my phone was going to voicemail. As I was damaging my feet we walked along the same damn street but there was no sweet place to meet as different sides we chose to beat.

I went home feeling dejected and you went home feeling rejected but luckily we both suspected and given we have both now checked it neither of us really wrecked it. Next time we can try perfect it!