On the Avenue

If I could take a walk and find the Avenue of Joy what would my fancy find there as I strolled along Perhaps I’d pass some puppies just meandering about their humans tending lovingly to every little thing And then of course, an Ice Cream shop would surely not be far with double dips of Chocolate in sugar cone delight A glance away are signs that trumpet, Pizza, Candy, Nuts though air of every appetite would find me anyway A grand piano consort seems to softly ease my gait and I cannot imagine somewhere I would rather be It’s then that I awake to gentle licks from my own pup with just a little heartburn from the evening’s menu fare I realize I’ve found much more than I was looking for the Avenue of Joy that leads to nowhere else but home