Soufflé and Showlace

The time for desserts had arrived
Yet none could have moved
For their bellies had bulged
With food they had gulped
Snack were followed by peanuts
Ignoring the soup definitely sucks
The hot liquid was followed by food
Pizza and breads with eggs tasted good

We don't need anymore
Dessert had to be ignored once more
I trudged to the dessert counter still
And picked a Soufflé against my will
As I turned around from the counter
My unfastened shoelace pushed me over
Down I went while the Soufflé flew
Its fat tummy jiggling all through

Like a boon from God it landed perfectly
In front of the prettiest of girls, fortunately
She smiled and looked around
But missed me lying on the ground
Her eyes locked with a handsome one
Whose instant smile shamed the sun

I slid my way out of the restaurant
The dirt of the ground browned my pant
The unseen dirt on my ego hurt
More than a truck load of dirt
I bent in a safe corner to tie my lace
And left with shame on my face