One Minute Writer had a topic described thus:
"Kids get so excited when the ice cream truck comes into the neighborhood.
What kind of delivery truck would make adults line up in excitement?"
Mrs Whippy
Mr Whippy vans around the world
Attract Children to their frozen creams;
But Mrs Whippy, with her whip unfurled,
Attracts the men to live their dreams.
Chorus
The women may frown, pretending hurt,
They know where their men are to be found:
Queuing to get their sweet dessert,
When Mrs Whippy’s van comes around.
With her lash that flails and cracks,
She gives them moments to reminisce;
As she raises welts across their backs
Then sends them home to domestic bliss.
Chorus.
Mrs Whippy fills a great social need,
Doing what the little women would rather not.
For an hour the men are her mighty steed,
To be ridden and whipped and quickly forgot.
Chorus
All the men of the town enjoy her treats,
Even the saintly vicar is not excepted.
She doesn’t care who she beats
And all major credit cards are accepted.
Chorus
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© J Cosmo Newbery
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"Kids get so excited when the ice cream truck comes into the neighborhood.
What kind of delivery truck would make adults line up in excitement?"
Mrs Whippy
Mr Whippy vans around the world
Attract Children to their frozen creams;
But Mrs Whippy, with her whip unfurled,
Attracts the men to live their dreams.
Chorus
The women may frown, pretending hurt,
They know where their men are to be found:
Queuing to get their sweet dessert,
When Mrs Whippy’s van comes around.
With her lash that flails and cracks,
She gives them moments to reminisce;
As she raises welts across their backs
Then sends them home to domestic bliss.
Chorus.
Mrs Whippy fills a great social need,
Doing what the little women would rather not.
For an hour the men are her mighty steed,
To be ridden and whipped and quickly forgot.
Chorus
All the men of the town enjoy her treats,
Even the saintly vicar is not excepted.
She doesn’t care who she beats
And all major credit cards are accepted.
Chorus
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© J Cosmo Newbery
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Well.... I suppose all I can say is, "different strokes..."
ReplyDelete(I'm not one for soft-serve, myself.)
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HAHAHA ...
aha haha
ha hehe
sigh ..
i'm easily amused. what can i say. :)
Delicious, you wicked bard!
ReplyDeleteWw wicked array of flavours, well done Sir !
ReplyDeleteI agree with the erst of the sentiments here:
ReplyDelete"Wicked!"
;)
xo
Zuzana
The last verse was my favorite. I wonder if she has a neat acronym as a company name for those credit card slips...like "SPNKU"
ReplyDeleteExcellent verse with an appropriate illustration.
ReplyDeleteBut since when do you need a writing prompt?
Larry: What have you ever written that wasn't prompted? Eh?
ReplyDeleteWell, when you put it that way ...
ReplyDeleteI guess the whole world is a writing prompt.
And what prompted that response?
ReplyDeleteKitty: They are called 'lashes' not 'strokes'.
ReplyDeleteMind you stoking has its adherents too.
Really Master, have you been reading your spam again?
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha..I'm laughing here with Foam though I can't say I understand all fully..but my imagination kind of let me to do so..J Cosmo, you better behave..
ReplyDeleteYou are a naughty boy J Cosmo, Mrs Whippy sounds as if she is a bit of a 'dominatrix' to me, there would be no 'soft serve' from her. :) ♡
ReplyDeleteIf it were served soft, wouldn't be much point now, would there? ;-)
ReplyDeleteVery amusing!
ReplyDeleteGood stuff, wish I had been prompter.
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