It’s just a little kiosk in the middle of the street
between two one-way roadways, in the center where they meet.
There aren’t any tables. There isn’t any chair.
You have to stand out in the street to give your order there.
Mango or tequila, tamarind or corn.
As you can see, the flavors don’t agree with any norm.
They’ve ice cream made of purest cream , but they have ices, too,
in so many flavors that I always choose a few.
My favorite? Strawberry ice. Vanilla under it.
I get a cone so I don’t have to wait to plunder it.
I finish it as I drive home, licking all the way.
I give my dogs the empty cone. It always makes their day.
The cone is hard as any bone–sweet and chewy, too.
If I were a better mother, I’d arrange that they had two.
But though I know I’d enjoy two passing o’er my lips,
Later I would not enjoy their presence on my hips.
I love that little ice cream stand. Love it all to heck,
with its lovely homemade ice cream made in Jocotepec.
That pueblo is quite close to me. It’s just five miles or so.
So it isn’t that it is so very far for me to go.
The thing is that for me, ice cream is an impulse buy.
It’s not a major purchase, like a cake or like a pie.
If I just happen to be passing and see that fellow there
waving his ice cream scoops at me, right out in the air,
preordination says that I must stop and have one now–
a bite of crispy wafer cone, adorned with ice of cow.
I do not claim responsibility for decisions of this kind.
It’s a creative impulse, not a matter of the mind.
So if you’re a public servant–an official of this town
looking for new laws to pass, don’t tear this kiosk down.
Fill some potholes in the street or put a speed bump in.
For legislating ice cream bans is sure to be a sin!
The Prompt: Do or Die–You have three hundred words to justify the existence of your favorite person, place, or thing. Failure to convince will result in it vanishing without a trace. Go! (355 words, poetry police–so sue me!)
I finally gave up asking for ice cream when Hubby goes shopping. If it’s in the freezer, it WILL get eaten. And that has very bad consequences for my waist.
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I, too, can resist it at the store, but that kiosk is so handy. Just drive up, roll down the car window and it is in my hand in seconds…and it helps support the economy!!! Judy
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Very fun post!
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Thanks, Naomi. Judy
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Let’s hear it for ice cream, one of the great foods of all time..and yes, to me it’s a food though many would disagree.
Good one, Judy!
Best to You
john
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I love that part about the “lips” then the “hips”!!
Such brave wit and punch of humor here 🙂
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Nicely done. Such a noble save! I am looking forward to spring when our local yogurt/cone shop reopens. Can’t wait for raspberry!
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Absolute brilliant …. I wish I knew about your poem before – I would have used a section in my post.
This is WORLD CLASS! Thanks for sharing
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Just read it for the first time at a reading yesterday. People seemed to identify…ha.
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I think ice cream is something that goes over all ages and sexes. I haven’t met one person that doesn’t like ice cream, at least not what I can remember. *smile
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I don’t think any other dessert even qualifies as a dessert unless there’s ice cream on top or on the side. And I’m lactose intolerant. How I suffer for my passions.
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Oops, Viveka…here is one more: https://grieflessons.wordpress.com/2014/06/27/lick-for-lick-2/
As you can see, I definitely share your passion for ice cream.
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You’re keeping me busy …. *smile
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More ice cream to read about, less time to eat it!!!!
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It should be the the other way around … going to get some out of the freezer now. *smile
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