The Best Day

Oh boy! Here comes the ice-cream man.

Such joy only he can bring.

I raise up my dime, high in my hand.

“Please give me a cold treat.” I sing.

With a nod and a smile; he hands me a pop,

Its color, red, white and blue.

My mouth waters in anticipation.

My hands knowing exactly what to do.

I rip off the paper and gaze upon,

Happiness on a stick.

I could not wait any longer,

So I gave it a savoring lick.

From out of the blue my dog jumped up,

I never heard him make a sound.

He knocked my hand and my pop took flight,

Destination, the ground.

Down it went with a sickening splat,

A tear forming in my eye.

There was only one thing to do,

So I did, I started to cry.

My dog felt no shame and lapped up my treat,

For that’s what dogs will do.

I sat on the curb with an empty hand,

With a sniff I cried, “Boo-Hoo!”

From to my right I heard a voice,

“Would you care for a lick of mine?”

I looked up to see the prettiest girl,

The pop she held was lime.

That day is but a memory,

And that girl is now my wife.

Funny what seemed so bad back then,

Was the best day of my life.