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What's Your Flavour

The licks keep on coming but it doesn't taste the same I'm just vanilla in The Rocky Road Hall of Shame The bland mixed up and shaken Watching other flavours get taken Saturday night's best doesn't seem so great Sitting on the overlook with me as your only date Hot fudge and caramel a cherry on the top It's nothing but madness, when will it ever stop The cookies crumble and I hear them scream While up on high I still chill with the cream Let those chips lay down where they may This all time original is here to stay

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Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 4/19/2017 4:34:00 PM

Tim, "The cookies crumble and I hear them scream"....it is lines like these that make this poem so unique. I love the metaphors in this poem that relate to feeling plain and shame....not feeling special. Things that the dateless forlorn feel. This poem has such a deeper meaning than just being about dessert. It reminds me of teen years when so many feel inadequate. I marvel at how you ingeniously conveyed all of that while speaking as Vanilla. Your talent shines in this little gem! 7 ; )

Anne-Marie Coreggia

Date: 4/19/2017 8:25:00 AM

Tim, that last stanza seemed so raw at first and then filled with the everlasting flavor of undying love when you reiterate the craving never stopped:) Amitiés

Sara Ella

Date: 4/18/2017 10:49:00 PM

I am craving a sundae now <3 Nicely done my friend :)

Lisa Ricci

Date: 4/18/2017 8:45:00 PM

Good Evening Tim. I found this entry original. Yet it seems true to life of pass along some comfort food please. But yes, it has to be vanilla because it is smooth soft and easy to go down not to mention great tasting. Now about those Saturday Nights......Well done and very imaginative.