Second Breakfast

I reached the Cafe after a sleepless night
A major deal was pending, my nerves were strung tight
The client was flying in from the other coast
So I ordered a coffee and one slice of toast.

I then got a message that his plane was delayed,
I ordered an omlette, my nerves were getting frayed.
I had to rearrange the morning’s schedule
I really needed to put this deal through.

I wiped my lips and decided to wait some more,
A bell rang over the Café’s swing door.
It was my client, he’d taken an early flight
I welcomed him with a nervous delight.

“Nice place,” he remarked, “Let’s talk after we order,”
I knew I’d have to try even harder
To smile as I forced down my second breakfast
But soon I became so fully immersed

In my spiel, that finally I shook hands on the deal
And that gave me such a delightful feel
That I returned to the office, where I gloated
Over my coup, until my tummy grew bloated
And I went home with a huge tummyache!