Most everyone in my family know how much I despise and detest the ice cream man. He is a real thorn in my side. He always rings his damn bell just as I'm putting dinner on the table, and that really pisses me off. He is also terribly overpriced. A greedy thief if you ask me! Anyway, I wrote a poem about it awhile back, and being summer, and all, I thought I would share it.
The Ice Cream Man
Damn, damn,
the ice cream man!
Just try and catch him
if you can
Can I have some!
Can I have some!
Please can I, huh?
Does this man
really want the work?
My theory is
that he's just a stupid jerk!
Does this man
not wear a watch?
Does he not know
that it's time for my scotch?
The dinner bell is ringing,
yet he just goes on dinging.
The Kraft mac and cheese
is almost on the table.
The knife is in my hand.
I'll catch him if I'm able.
Damn, damn
the ice cream man!
Angela Minard©
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4 Comments:
Funny poem -- and I recognize the ice cream man in that picture ...
Well, you better be careful what you say about the Ice Cream Man. I was one of those guys in my younger years. I sold popsciles for 10 cents and rang that bell constantly. I even owned my own ice cream truck and freezer. I use to make snow cones. That is why I love them to this day. A cherry one please!
I did not care if it was a dinner time, I had to make my money.
So don't despair, he will just keep on driving and go on down the road to bother another mother who hates him just as much as you.
Ole Grandpa Florida
Thought of the Day:
"Just because something doesn't do what you planned it to do doesn't mean it's useless." - Thomas Alva Edison
LMAO. I love this!
So funny.....
thanks for the smile.
:)
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