Ludicrous
LUDRICROUS
“A dish, a bowl, a cone, a cloud?”
“A cloud?” I ask.
I’m clearly dreaming, once again,
a craving this strong. “I’ll take
them all,” I say. The angel says,
“Now that’d be silly, Miss!”
You’d not believe how hot
it’s in my dream. I’m soaked.
My tongue does fantasize
this afternoon.
“I’ll take vanilla
topped with sliced strawberries,
drizzled chocolate
and whipped cream.”
I’ll need a nap,
but if I sleep,
I’ll find myself
ordering all over again.
She says, “will that be a strawberry
spoon, vortex or dish?”
This ice cream stop
is ludicrous.
6/23/2022
Contest: Ice Cream
Sponsor: Julia Ward
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