Cold Drings

I passed an outdoor coffee cart Which advertised its wares, And one thing that was listed Should have garnered many stares. Among the donuts, pastries And the joy each item brings, There also was hot coffee sold And there it was – cold drings! I’m sure that English couldn’t be The vendor’s native tongue; Yet someone should have edited Before that sign was hung. A simple spell-check would have helped Before applying inks; So customers, instead of drings Would choose to order drinks. Perhaps nobody noticed Or they’ve chosen not to tell; The news might be embarrassing – It’s probably just as well. But if I were the vendor And my cart had a misspelling, I’d give a cold dring, gratis, To the one who did the telling! http://www.primetimerhyme.blogspot.com/ ilene bauer moonarito@aol.com