A Flavour To Remember

On a recent Monday, at an ice cream parlor I found chunky pieces of clay, in my olde fashion sundae, that weighed like a tonne of bricks. As I excavated with my wooden spoon I found crumbs of an asphalt driveway with a blond toupee and three tokens for the New York Tokyo and Montreal subway. Several inches further I discover racecar pj’s with toes in full decay. Swollen green blue red yellow black purple white gold bronze toes laid on top of a half cooked stingray. Even my slush had undergone metamorphosis. It contained an unlikely flavour. Instead of a flavourful cherry slush, the drink was thicker than usual. I found my entire cup was filled with ``Grade F`` dog and horse pooh. This encounter with the weird and the bizzare has taught me, to take caution when something is free.