A Silly Ballad about Buttercream

MAK_4100You’ve been warned. I can’t get this damned thing out of mind so I can write a serious ballad for today’s assignment. So here is the ballad making the rounds in my skull. I hope you get a chuckle. Maybe by the time you read this I will have stopped laughing.

Buttercream Day

The bakery exhaled sweet buttercream
through its flaky, drizzled white windows.
It’s not ice cream but we all screamed
for frosting to sweeten our woes.

The sweet scent of the baking dough
tickles noses, teases taste buds
It’s not ice cream but we all teamed
up to get frosting while we froze.

Dripping onto pavement, frosting
oozes out of the bakery.
It’s not ice cream but we all seemed
to have gotten lost in the throes.

Flaky, glistening frosting falls
from above to cover our toes.
It’s not ice cream but we all careened
sliding on that soft, dusty snow.

It’s not ice cream but we all screamed
for frosting to sweeten our woes.
No, it’s not ice cream but we leaned
to lick buttercream from our hose.

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