-Grandpa, grandpa! Tell us the story of the kiss.
-Oh! well, that story is legendary and a bliz,
-It all started with dinner. I cooked fajitas and she was delighted,
-From agua de Jamaica to chicharron, her mind became decided.
-At that time, your grandma wasn’t sure, to even hold my hands.
-Why Grandpa? Well, because of Love. Love has no assurances nor any plans.
-I don’t understand. Well, your grandma dated the wrong guy.
– Oh I see, and then you came grandpa? Yes, the first and last gentleman.
-So what happened? -That night I won her heart.
-How? -With good food and my smarts.
-Food is her way to her heart?
-Yes, you know grandma’s appetite!
-But, tell me more!
-In a gentleman’s way, I drove her home.
-And then what happened?
-Well, before a word was said.
-She jumped to thoroughly kiss me ahead.
(Grandma) -Are you telling the wrong story again?
(Grandpa) -There is no wrong in your surprising intent.
(Grandma) -Tell them how it really went,
How you trick my attempt.
– I never tricked you ever.
– I asked for a French kiss whatsoever,
– A kiss on every cheek.
– But you decided to go for the lips.
-So, Grandpa that was all that was needed?
-Yes my son, your Grandma her enchantment completed.
-And, that is why fajitas are always on the table,
-To remember that night forever.