A POEM FOR JOHN COBABE
Written for a friend on his birthday. Some gifts never go out of style. Full poem below.
A poem for John Cobabe
(may not contain any actual poetry)
a man walks into a corner donut shop
M- MMMM what is that?
W- That's a Cruller.
M- Hmm, no thanks. Is that a hotdog
inside a crescent? That looks good.
W- Actually it's a sausage.
M- Oh no way ! What flavor of suasage is it ?
W- ............Hotdog flavor.
M- Ok. I'll have one please. And a chocolate
W- That will be $2.25 please.
M- Here is $2.00, I have ¢25 in my car.
Can I get it ?
W- Yeah sure.
M- Thanks, be right back.
Here you go. Thanks
W- Thank you, have a nice day.
( Later that night, man eats sausage
crescent. Dissappointment sets in. )