(Inspired by Beacon Creamery)
A shop window cafe, a soft candle lit stage,
where the young dining couple's brief drama is played,
The desert has been served, two banana sundaes.
Once consumed, marking doom for their sweet brief romance.
When the meal is complete, she is going to leave,
He will be let down gently, but quite undeceived.
And despite her kind efforts to not let him see,
He is quite well aware of his sad circumstance.
Though he knows it must end, he still seeks to extend,
These fleet moments he holds her as more than just friends.
So he pokes his confection, he sections and blends,
By some chance this transfigurement may change their fate.
As the scoop's combination, once separate and savored,
Comes loose and reduces, replacing their nature,
With rude, goopy, stew, soft, dissolved and distasteful,
The vibrant bright dyes combined grey on his plate.
The whipped cream once pure white, teased to tempting delight,
Now deflates, without substance to hold it on high,
while it's cherry peak beacon who's brightness enticed,
Seems contrived, and so stilted, now wilted and stale.
Still he smooths and he smears, syrup running like tears,
And she shifts in her seat, for the check has appeared,
He stares down at his blob, his mind melting, unclear,
And just can't understand why the whole affair failed.
where the young dining couple's brief drama is played,
The desert has been served, two banana sundaes.
Once consumed, marking doom for their sweet brief romance.
When the meal is complete, she is going to leave,
He will be let down gently, but quite undeceived.
And despite her kind efforts to not let him see,
He is quite well aware of his sad circumstance.
Though he knows it must end, he still seeks to extend,
These fleet moments he holds her as more than just friends.
So he pokes his confection, he sections and blends,
By some chance this transfigurement may change their fate.
As the scoop's combination, once separate and savored,
Comes loose and reduces, replacing their nature,
With rude, goopy, stew, soft, dissolved and distasteful,
The vibrant bright dyes combined grey on his plate.
The whipped cream once pure white, teased to tempting delight,
Now deflates, without substance to hold it on high,
while it's cherry peak beacon who's brightness enticed,
Seems contrived, and so stilted, now wilted and stale.
Still he smooths and he smears, syrup running like tears,
And she shifts in her seat, for the check has appeared,
He stares down at his blob, his mind melting, unclear,
And just can't understand why the whole affair failed.
