How Sweet It Is
I was walking on the heath near Rocky Road with Mike and Ike, we’d been pals since our college days and called ourselves The Three Musketeers. We’d just had our pay day and were off on a spending spree on 5th Avenue then going to play skittles and then go to a music gig at Mr Good Bar to hear Lemonhead and the Lifesavers and Take 5.
When we arrived at Goobers Superbowl; my first ball was a disaster! I dropped the bowling ball, oops butterfingers; performed a tootsie roll and scored zero! Mike and Ike burst out laughing - I could hear their snickers ! I called them nerds but in reality they are not air heads they are a couple of smarties! It’s such a shame I wasn’t playing last week as there was a bowling marathon and the winner was the person with the lowest skor I could have had such fun going on holiday to see the sno caps on Starburst mountain with the prize of 100 grand!
We were very hungry after bowling so decided to take 5 at whatchamacallits, which was previously the Charleston Chew diner. Their slo poke dove cocktails were the best bar none, they were absolute whoppers!. I ordered some chunky Swedish fish, spicy hot tamales and mounds of Boston baked beans and drank a filter coffee but it was milky, way too milky.
I got out my Samsung Galaxy phone to call to my uncle Henry. I joined the dots pattern on the screen to unlock the phone. He wanted to have a long chat as he’d recently retired as a jolly rancher but I told him I needed to get home to feed my cat Kit Kat. I said O Henry I’ve got to go now, and later I’ll ring you.
How sweet it is Poetry Contest sponsored by Carol Connell
9/30/18
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2018
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