Ode to a Pistachio Ice Cream Waffle Cone
Ode to a Pistachio Ice Cream Waffle Cone
Of all the pleasant things on Earth
Few are greater in their worth
Or do more to increase my girth
Than a Pistachio Waffle Cone
On my way home from the store
I could not stand it anymore
I was driven wild by the allure
Of a Pistachio Waffle Cone
On this hot and humid night
Came a desire I could not fight
Oh come to me, my sweet delight
A Pistachio Waffle Cone
And so I turned into the lot
And took the closest parking spot
And felt a flutter in my heart
(as I said) “A Pistachio Waffle Cone”
Make it three scoops, please……….
The blame, it does not lie with me
They expanded Somerset Creamery
A new location just down the road
Where they serve Pistachio Waffle Cones
The highest butterfat you’ll ever see
In that sweet frozen confectionary
And more nuts than a squirrel needs
In that Pistachio Waffle Cone
And yet I did not go too far
I thought as I walked to my car
Munching very happily
On my Pistachio Waffle Cone
For in my past there were dark days
When I piled up calories in a haze
And when my Pistachio Waffle Cone
Was all eaten, when it was gone
I would have turned, gone back inside
With no self respect, no sense of pride
And waited to be next in line
And then said……….
“Round 2. May I have a coffee malted frappe, please? Extra thick with extra syrup, please!” :blushing:
