Sally Simpson's Soda Shoppe
Sally Simpson's Soda Shoppe's
serves such swell sweets, she seldom stops.
Some sit sharing sliding seats;
slurping sundaes, sharing sweets.
She serves sweet summer's sweetest slop,
such sundaes, such sweet soda-pop.
Soft summer scents still smell so sweet.
She's sweetly serving Simon street.
Soon snowy sleet, soon summer slides,
sharp snow swords striking summer's sides.
Sunday's snow smothered Simon Street.
Sweet sundaes stopped, such snow, such sleet!
Doreen's private challenge: Playing with your brain
By blind poet
© 2008 blind poet
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