I mean we aimed
Right for the pleasure
That restaurant
Over there
The one that charcoals
Its steaks
And whose atmosphere
Is softened with pastels
And we know the waitress
Are nice
And the clientele
Good mannered
And yet
When I sat in the chair
And saw the mouse
Scurry away
Under the plush carpet
I lost my appetite
And mourned
These moments of pleasure
With despair.