Well, That Was a Mistake - Writers' Digest

I walked from booth to booth at the fair where
vendors hawked their goodies to snare hungry
victims and greedy, sugar addicted  junkies
with aromas that rode on my back like a monkey,
burdensome nuisance, insistent – I gave in.
Well, that was a mistake.

I’ll have the vanilla raspberry in a waffle cone,
two scoops, sprinkled with nuts and jimmies, please.
I licked and I licked every drip then popped the cone tip
into my mouth with a satisfying crunch and smacked my lips.
And then my stomach protested.
Well, that was a mistake.

Oooh, a caramel apple rolled in pecans

drizzled with chocolate- gooily- called my name.
So, I bought one- for later, I said, just before bed
to insure the sweetest of sweet dreams, I said.
All night my stomach protested.
Well, that was a mistake.

I vow I’ll not make that mistake next year

when the fair and vendors again appear
and the monkey snickers with a knowing sneer.