Sprinkles

So’s, I go into this ice cream joint
and order a vanilla (soft)
ice cream cone,
with chocolate sprinkles
(jimmies?)

The young lady
behind the counter
gives me the cone
with rainbow sprinkles.

So’s , there I am
walking down the streets
of Rutherford
for all to see,
with my rainbow sprinkled cone,
melting in the heat,
and I,
licking furiously,
to keep from being
splattered with sprinkles.

Neurotic as I am,
I suddenly have the urge
to swivel my hips and
tell all who see me:
“Yes, these rainbow sprinkles
was not a mistake.
They are a statement.”

©TPuma/MMXIII