DISCOMFORT FOOD

When open verses shut and hide from inspiration time Make like a Romantic or a naked balladeer and rhyme 05 13 05 - 02 03 12

My first affair with strawberry fermented heaven on my tongue
The milky sweetness of vanilla carpentered the bottom rung
upon the ladder my enlightened sweet teeth were about to climb
for the height of comfort food fulfillment guilty-pleasurably sublime
And chocolate never failed to incite my will to munch
on dessert that pulled me by the tongue around the mandate of lunch
since I'd yet to let the winter cool of mint consult my lips
on the eve of more vanilla but this time with chocolate chips
By the time I sampled neapolitan my mouth was numb
My stomach swooned and to a headache I was destined to succumb
I laid down for a nap and woke up in an ice cream shop
where I walked toward a talking scoop that ordered me to stop
In disbelief I managed to say to it, "What are you?"
It replied with mouth I couldn't see, "Why I am peachy through and through
because dear glutton we have given you our comfort for too long
and now the flavours and I are to prove it's with us it belongs."
Chocolate and vanilla swirled up into an avalanche
Rolling fast toward me it did not allow a backward glance
On that front I needed fancy footwork to escape its path
just in time to see it only fueled the chocolate's wrath
Then in chocolate chips of ammo I was suddenly awash
but I woke in time to sidestep the electric tigersquash
Now unjust desserts I reckon summoned me to this bad dream
but my heart and not my tummy hurts to think of bad ice cream