Asking Out- An Invitation And A Reply

An Invitation

This might come a little out of the blue
And may be unwelcome- that I realize,
Yet I am seized by a need to tell you

That in recent days, amidst the shrill cries
Of the city, ringing from its towers
Gartered in glass and chrome, and bits and bytes,

You've been visiting my vacant hours.
Which is strange- our virtual acquaintance
Has been limited, yet it empowers

Me to forgo all attempt at pretense,
And ask if, beyond occasional scraps,
We could meet non-digitally? Perchance...

No, that's inaccurate- I mean, perhaps
Over deep-fried momos, at that place
Run by those rather enterprising chaps-

The Tibetans? The food should, just in case
The company proves to be unenthusing,
Help you keep an undisgruntled face.

Do muse on this, and if after musing
You think that this could turn out to be
Quite a pleasant encounter, then using

The number below, do reach out to me:
(Here is where my neck's stretched out on the line)
Eight nine, eight nine 'O', two six five two three.

And there- it's done!!, Ms. ___,- should all go fine,
Your company's pleasure should soon be mine?


A Reply

Hullo!! Must say the poem's good,
And must have been pie to you;
But right now I'm not in the mood-
Still, thank you for asking though.