Whipped Cream
by
Greg Pincus
Whipped cream!
Whipped cream!
My, oh, my!
Pile it, pile it, pile it high.
In blobby mounds or nice and swirled,
I don’t care, it rocks my world.
It’s great on cookies, pie and cake,
And high atop a creamy shake.
Pudding gets a lot more dreamy
Topped with something whipped and creamy.
Yummy on banana splits
In fact, I have to say that it’s
The perfect food, without debate.
Yes, give me whipped cream on my plate!
The Poetry Friday Roundup is over at Hey, Jim Hill! (which is, unsurprisingly, the blog of author Jim Hill). Check it out, and then have a little whipped cream for yourself.
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Friday, January 27, 2012
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8 comments:
Love that 'pudding gets a lot more dreamy/topped with something whipped and creamy'. It just sounds so good, poetically too!
*licks chops*
My kind of poem!! Love it. Sigh. . .
Mmm... we're having whipped cream and berries on our pavlova tonight... so your poem couldn't be more timely.
Beautifully written, love it :)
am i the only one who occasionally used to (still do?) tilt his head back and pile some whip cream directly into his mouth?
perfect food, indeed!
My, oh, my!
Pile it, pile it, pile it high.
Yes, indeed! I'm glad David made his confession first - it used to be one of my favorite secret vices, until I was caught out by my son and now can enjoy the experience in the open.
NOM! Nothing better than whipped cream!
YOu have to stop!
This poem is getting me hungry!!!!!
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