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.
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