Tuesday, June 17, 2008
An Ode to the Baskin-Robbins Clown Cone
Oh Baskin-Robbins Clown Cone,
how deliciously strange you are.
Why should you be so yummy
and so weird and bizarre?
My sister decided that she needed one
And so, to Emeryville we went.
My sister was out of money
And so it was my cash that we spent.
Frosting? Ice Cream? Funny clown faces?
It's a good thing there were parking spaces.
Maybe I should stick to regular, non-rhymed blogging.