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Tableau at Twilight

 I sit in the dusk.
I am all alone.
Enter a child and an ice-cream cone.
A parent is easily beguiled By sight of this coniferous child.
The friendly embers warmer gleam, The cone begins to drip ice cream.
Cones are composed of many a vitamin.
My lap is not the place to bitamin.
Although my raiment is not chinchilla, I flinch to see it become vanilla.
Coniferous child, when vanilla melts I’d rather it melted somewhere else.
Exit child with remains of cone.
I sit in the dusk.
I am all alone, Muttering spells like an angry Druid, Alone, in the dusk, with the cleaning fluid.

Poem by Ogden Nash
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