99 Flavors

Poem By Cicero Grey

There was a girl whose favorite treat
Was ice cream, that she'd eat and eat
Her favorite shop was 99 Flavors
She'd gobble up whatever they gave her
Pistachio and Almond Crunch
Pineapple, Raspberry Munch
Vanilla Whipped Cream topped with custard
Hot dog flavor with lots of mustard
Peanut Butter and Strawberry Jam
Sandwich made of eggs and ham
Choco-Caramel Latte Freeze
(with sprinkles that will make you sneeze)
Peppermint Pie, Lemon Sorbet
Pottery flavor made with clay
She gobbled and munched and crunched and sneezed,
Chewed and licked and got brain freeze
'Twas happy times, until one day
The farms and barns ran out of hay
and without hay to feed the cows
there was no milk, don't ask me how.
So the 99 Flavors, so soon and so sad
went out of business, which drove the girl mad.

Comments about 99 Flavors

Kind of a fun story wrapped in lovely verse. I think 31 flavors was my store of choice, but luckily for me (unluckily for my thighs) it's still in business. Peace, L&T
To harness this kind of innovative concept upon lines of such brilliant humour is surely a task worth commending. Well done!


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