Vanilla Malted
A treat that should be most exalted
Is a real vanilla malted.
Made with ice cream, milk and malt,
It’s oft forgotten, by default.
It must be mixed by a machine
Endemic to the diner scene
And served inside its silver mixer
Meant for holding this elixir.
Pour it in a Coke-shaped glass.
Use a straw (now, don’t be crass!)
Take a sip and be transported
To your childhood days, distorted…
For when seen through such a taste,
Negatives all get erased;
And once you start to reminisce,
You’ll just remember days of bliss.
Today I passed a luncheonette;
It’s been there eighty years, I’ll bet.
I thought of malteds, got the urge –
For $7.50 (!), I could splurge.
Happily, I did indulge
And that is why I here divulge
It’s worth those calories amassed
For that connection to the past!
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