Reddi-Whip

Here’s today’s New York surprise I witnessed with my own two eyes: Reddi-Whip, the cans amounted To nineteen (and yes, I counted!). Lined up on a bench, as well As underneath, and I could tell They all were empty, for the caps Were strewn around, by slobs, perhaps. There was no whipped cream residue And raindrops hadn’t sprinkled through, So with these clues, I did conclude That this was gobbled up as food. Yet one more possibility Did naturally occur to me – A group of young adults or teens Went crazy spraying all their jeans. I’ll never know just what took place – The detritus, though, I’ll embrace As fodder for my daily poem About the place that I call home.