I chose ice-cream Over yogurt; Strawberry, vanilla or chocolate. Each equally without prejudice Attracted. The fifteen year old server Was kinda short; The vanilla tub had about three scoops Remaining, Stacked hidden like frozen snow-***** As in war games. His task would have been daunting And embarassing, And I, a humanitarian From higher education, An altruist from St. Joseph's, Could not allow it.
The chocolate tub Was yet covered, And the sobbing child's cries Were hardening in my ears As Dad tried to allay His chocolate tears, Applying the five second rule. I am an empath By nature and poetry, So, turning from chocolate, Left me strawberrry. Triple scoop too. I believe You thought through Your choices Like flavors of ice-cream. Being imaginative, I do.