a Poem
As a child, neither my
(well-meaning, I guess)
parents, nor the size of
my meager allowance
would allow me to eat
all the ice cream
I wanted
(as in buckets)
Now, long parentless
and with enough
in the bank to buy
a mountain of buckets
of the iciest cream
I come to find out that
(much to my dismay)
a mountain of buckets
of Such Icy Cream
would not be at all
good for me
I find this a little unfair
Ulf Wolf
Summer 2019
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