Pretzel Rods
The corner candy store displayed,
On the counter next to where you paid,
Tall pretzel rods, two cents a pop,
In a glass container with a top.
They were often added to a bill –
Toss some pretzels in, please, if you will –
Or were ordered by a kid who’d planned,
His pennies clutched in a sweaty hand.
But the best was sitting on a stool,
On a Saturday or after school,
With your mom who’d let you have a treat –
A vanilla malted, cold and sweet.
It was served within the silver cup
Which the owner’d used to mix it up
With a pretzel rod included, free;
There was no place I would rather be.
The sweet of sugar, tang of salt
Combined with the vanilla malt
Made taste buds squeal with pure delight
With each and every sip and bite.
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