Vanilla Milkshake
It used to be served, a long time ago,
In a big metallic cup,
With soda glasses into which
You’d pour and drink it up.
Today, though, just one plastic glass
Was placed in front of me,
But it was tall and filled way up,
As fresh as it could be.
A cold vanilla milkshake, such a
Great way to indulge!
As long as it’s occasional,
There’ll be no belly bulge.
I savored every silky sip
I took between my fries.
To all you health freaks, I suggest
You try one on for size.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2019
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