The Scoop

Ice cream purists like theirs plain With nary a scintilla Of nuts or chips or sprinkles To deface their pure vanilla. I see their point but disagree; Additions have their place And hunks of fruit or chocolate I can easily embrace. A vein of peanut butter swirl Is something I can savor; When it’s embedded in a scoop, It multiplies the flavor. Some chocolate covered almonds Or some coconutty shreds Embellish like a garment sewn With sparkly silver threads. A burst of buried cherries, Like a pirate’s secret treasure, When uncovered unexpectedly Can fill one up with pleasure. Of course, to purists, such advice Is worthy of ignoring. To me, a plain vanilla cone Is needlessly quite boring!