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.


Meredith said...

heehee. were you inspired by theater camp to write that ditty?

Anonymous said...

Omigosh...found this on a search of BR clown cones :)

hehe...thanks for the smile!

The Date Slut said...

I love your post- linked to it on my blog :)

Anonymous said...

I can't believe someone else googled clown cones. I love them so, but was very disappointed that the last one I got had horrible, tasteless whip cream frosting instead of the usual buttercream I have enjoyed so many times.