Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter)

“Banana Split Delema!”

(Meet George and Horace, who love ice cream!)

“Horace! Strawberry, chocolate, or vanilla, please. Hurry; make up your mind. I’m gonna sneeze!”

“It’s cold in this freezer, and I would like to get out! Pick one!” (George did shout!)

I want all three! for a banana split; you see.

“Brrrr, okay, zzzz, I’ll be right baaaack, heeere’s the straawberrry, and choocoolate. One mooore triiip Vanillllla, great! I’m stiiiill aliiive whaaat a faaate!  Nooow, I’mmm goooing toooo warrrm uuup! Where’s the cooocooa and a cuppp?”

In the cupboard where it was last left. It will warm you up fast! I want my banana split before the ice cream melts away.

“Maaake it yourrrself Horrrraaaace, willl ya, hey! I had enough offff thiiiis cooold; I’m getting tttoo old fooor thisss.” (Slurp, slurp on hot cocoa to warm up.) “Got to get me anottther cup! Getting warmer already, thank you, hot cocoa. Without you, I’d go friggin loco. I’d have cried if I couldn’t warm up inside. My toes remain quite frozen; my fingers look all frosty white–I think I got that stuff they call frostbite! I can’t feel my fingers; they’re numb and burning.” 

“Why didn’t I wear gloves? I guess I’ll never learn. My poor ears are so red; I just hope they aren’t dead! My hat I left at home, on my bed; I couldn’t go home, but I could have called Fred. Horace, did you have your banana split? Was it good?

Yes, thank you, you can put the ice cream back now, if you would.

“No way am I going back in there! I’m just thawing out now. Horace, you go in there; you’re bigger than me, you cow.”

Okay, Horace, I will return the ice cream back in the freezer.

“Hey, Horace, by the way-what’s in your sack?” asked George.

Never mind, I’m putting the ice cream back; I bought you a gift.

(Horace tries to lift it but can’t.) Can you give me a push or a lift, George?

“Why, is the ice cream too heavy for you, big guy?”

No! It froze to the counter, wise fry.

“Okay, I’ll help, but I’m not going in.”

You know, George, you’re a great friend. Let’s keep our cold friendship until the end.

“Sure, Horace (they shake hands) you’re alright. Even know you are such a little, scrawny sight. Now, did I hear you right before; you bought me a gift?”

Yes, George, it’s to give you a color lift.

“Give me what, a color lift? Come on, let me open the gift?”

Ask nicely.

“Oh, come on now, please!”

Here it is; watch out that it doesn’t bite, and fall out. 

“What a new wig? Is this what the color lift is all about?”

I just thought you might want to look like me. So, I bought you one. We can be brothers, see? Try it on, I hope it’s big enough.

“It fits. How do I look, Horace, not so tough?” 

Come here, bud, let old cow Horace give you a hug.

Thank you, Horace, for this new rug!”

You’re welcome, George.