Sunday, August 9, 2009

A guest contributor

My husband works in a cafeteria. He is a short order cook and is a wonderful one at that. One of the most popular items of equipment in the kitchen is the ice cream machine. But, alas, the ice cream machine is somewhat fragile and breaks on a fairly regular basis. So, instead of a simple "Out Of Order" sign, my husband penned the following:

An Ode to our Old Friend

Oh, sweet milk maid!
Oh, sweet frozen stream of cream!
How we shall miss thee;
Whose glinting body
And black knobbed rack
Brought delight to men and women alike;
We grieve thee at thy passing.

Gone, but not forgotten,
Thy devoted turn to jello
Whose red body wiggles,
Cool and fruity,
To remind us of the sweetness we found in thee.

The powers that be made him take it down. Some people have no sense of humor.

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