Ice Cream Parlor Blues

in walks a stoutly woman
with her stoutly kids
knocking over everything
napkins, cups and lids

mommy i want
mommy i need
give me something new

i’ll stamp and shout
hold my breath
till i turn all blue

she's heard these rants
from her kids
it always is the same

she first says no
then they beg
to them it’s just a game

turning to the counter
standing tippy toes
this portly lil mother
begins her mundane prose

give me one vanilla
sprinkles on the top
and for my other child
he'll take a chocolate pop

sorry madame says the clerk
this i cannot do
we are all out of chocolate
what else can i get for you

give me one blueberry
sprinkles on the top
and for my other child
he'll take a chocolate pop

with a stare
the clerk replies
i guess i wasn’t clear

so i’ll repeat
what i just said
louder for you to hear

sorry madame repeats the clerk
this i cannot do
we are all out of chocolate
what else can i get for you

give me one strawberry
sprinkles on the top
and for my other child
he'll take a chocolate pop

lady let me ask you
can you spell a word for me
spell the straw in strawberry
she spelled it easily

lady please another one
can you spell for me
spell the blue in blueberry
she spelled it hastily

now fuming cause her little brats
thrashed out of control
i said there was one more to ask
to please her was my goal

lady let me ask you
can you spell a word for me
spell the fuck in chocolate
confused she looked at me

my dear man i cannot spell
this word you ask of me
there is no fuck in chocolate
she said in quite dismay

i shall say again
for the last time
please listen what i say

there is no fuck in chocolate
take your kids
and go away …

Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards