The Soft Serve Van.

      
       
It plays the most ridiculous        
annologue      
badly recorded tune      
That ice cream van      
doing the rounds      
on a Sunday morning      
       
The business side of my brain      
shudders when      
adding the costs      
of fuel      
maintenance      
a living wage      
against the price of a cone      
       
(Have to remind myself that not all business plans      
are filled with logic and reason)      
       
But the kids and I have turned      
the 9H45      
Sunday rendezvous    
into a little religion      
       
The van offers mixed flavours      
-a little dark    
mixed into some light      
They offer both chocolate        
and caramel dips      
They'll even throw a Flake      
type chocolate        
into the sugar cone mix      
       
(It's all rather daring really)      
       
But that damn music        
playing Jingle Bells in May      
ruins the experience        
 
I think it's to do with        
shouting my order over        
the wonderful petrol smell      
in an old Volkswagen engin      
that shudders profusely      
through the chiming      
chinese megaphone      
that settles me down      
       
As dark and decadent as the menu is      
As tantalizing as the photo        
of dipped flake infused      
mixed flavour      
soft serve is      
       
I always walk away      
with a little scoop      
of Vanilla      
       
in a cup      
       
       
-x-