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A Yummy Sundae Afternoon
My tongue anticipates ice cream sundae
But do never indulge on a Monday
For that's the day the diet starts afore
Tuesday when diets fly out through the door.
I drool o'er yummy ice cream on my tongue
Thoughts of the tasty dish makes me so long
For strawberries served at afternoon tea
In a gooey knickerbocker glory.
With chopped nuts sprinkled and strawberry sauce
Those ice cream sundaes could win an award
With me they would be scored top of the pops
I am an expert as I devour lots.
Summer parties do well serving ice cream
Strawberries and chilled wine, truly a dream
With music, dancing, a natter and fun
Bringing magic moments beneath the sun.
Betwixt lucky lips my eager tongue licks
A mouth watering afternoon dish fix.
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1st July 2022
Why do I feel cranky in summer?
Everyone’s living, I'm not.
Burdened by cares, I can't set free
It's so darn hot!
It stifles the joys.
It forces me indoors.
The air is thick, it weighs me down.
My cheer is shortchanged, curtailed.
As summer days drag on and on,
The sun beats down, relentless, so strong,
The air is thick syrupy and heavy,
Unlike my patience, which is worn down to thread-bare thin.
Tiny things annoy me, it's like I can't ever win.
The bees buzz around inside my head endlessly.
Mosquitoes buzz around my ears relentlessly,
I swing, I swat, I slap, I stomp my feet, cry.
I'm spoiling for an impossible fight with an insect!
Which I know I can never win; why do I try?
In sweat-soaked clothes my temper flares!
When will this nightmare end?
It did, I had an ice-cream sundae with nuts!
My old gran had an ice cream van
And a bright green cape and a madcap plan
She’s out to save her fellow man
And with her walking frame, she can
Each night she prowls the felon’s range
Disturbing owls and foxes
She takes the van so she can change
For there are no phone boxes
She parks up at the end of night
And hobbles home by day’s first light
Today she caught a mugger’s sight
Who mocked my Gran’s heroic fight
‘Fighting crime is not a game
You’re just some soppy, daft old, dame
You’re leaning on that walking frame
To get some place or other.
‘Without your cape you’ve no disguise
Without your mask over your eyes
It might be wise to realise
You’re just some kid’s grandmother.’
Grandma raised her walking frame
Toward from where the voice had came
She asked the thug, ‘Have you no shame?’
And with her walking frame, took aim
One leg sprayed out chocolate sauce
Another leg sprayed sprinkles
Then Grandma pressed a button
And her van played tuneful tinkles
She gave the thug a wily grin
‘You’ll get the slammer some day
But today I’ve turned you in…
to an ice cream sundae.’
If you go to my neighborhood thrift shop,
You just might come across
Five ice cream sundae dishes
And two mugs; if not, your loss.
See, I’m very slowly sweeping
Things that I don’t use away,
Though I often must remind myself
Why items needn’t stay.
In L.A.’s recent fires,
People found out in a flash
That they had to leave; their homes
And all their stuff reduced to ash.
I think of them as I decide
What I should keep or ditch,
Knowing that so many there
Were left without a stitch.
And as I agonize about
The trove I still have left,
I’m sure that those who’ve lost it all
Must be beyond bereft.
Spoilt Tee lingered in the house for three days
trying not to notice the bodies
of the people he had murdered
It was their own fault
they should not have made him mad
the stench was bad, but he had nowhere else to go
His mommy and daddy had always taken care of him
they were lying around seeping and smelling doing nothing
he wished he could wake them up and kill them all over again.
Who was going to fix his lunch? who was going to pay the bills?
He had not learned any of that, and it was their fault
All they did was bail him out of jail
and make excuses for his behaviors.
It was all they were good for when they were alive.
Now they were good for nothing.
Spoilt Tee kicked his father in the groin as he walked past.
Get up! He yelled at the corpse. I want some lunch!
I want to go to McDonald’s! I want to get an ice cream sundae!
I am hungry!
One ice cream sundae
Swirled with whipped cream and a cherry on the top
Sitting temptingly in a tall glass
But you were out of reach
I could see you through the window of the restaurant
Melting away in front of my eyes
Like your life was ebbing away from you
With creamy liquid tears running down the side of the glass
Over time the cherry sank deeper into the velvety fluid
Until it disappeared into the thick goo
It’s blushing red cheek barely visible at the bottom of the goblet ...
ONE fire alarm spoiling one perfect moment
This is a true story – it happened on 5th September!
One contest – Sponsor Rob Carmack
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A Knickerbocker Glory please
Was always his reply
He loved this ice cream sundae
Waited patiently as it was made
He loved the cream
He loved the fruit
He loved the sprinkles too
but his favourite was the cherry
perched on top ~ bright red and new
He carefully ate around it
taking only from the side
At times it would get buried
and sometimes it would hide
But on this day
this fateful day
faster than the speed of light
a seagull swooped
gave out a shriek
and snatched the cherry
with his vicious beak
Swallowed in one
the evil deed done
The moral of this story
to eat a Knickerbocker Glory
is to eat your cherry first
now his target it has gone
So that pesky greedy seagull
is now likely to move on
There is really nothing worse
than to fly into a glass headfirst
your head will be stuck fast
your last breathe will be a gasp
suffocation ~ asphyxiation
death by Knickerbocker Glory
now that would be a gory story...
Written 25th August 2019 after witnessing a rather similar scenario as a man was fighting off marauding seagulls, whilst trying to eat his KBG, haha...
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Sponsor Brian Strand
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