Simon 1

Simon has an ice cream truck

He drives it down the street

While all the children grab a buck

And rush to get their treat

Smiling at the little folks

He gathers them around

Telling lies and dirty jokes

As belly-laughs abound

Stacking up the waffle cones

Scoop by careful scoop

Whistling in friendly tones

To calm the giddy troupe

Chok'lit, 'nilla, junior mint

Till every scoop is gone

But one kid waits, his eyes aglint

Sullen and withdrawn

"Please, mister ice cream man"

Piped in trembling voice, bereft

"I've got enough schange in my hand

If any treats are left"

"Of course" says Simon, in a lie

Knowing well that isn't true

"C'mon back here, little guy

Let's see what we can do"

"Chunky Monkey, Rocky Road

Which one would you like to taste

It's melting fast, my wealthy friend

There isn't time to waste

Open up the Frigidaire

Take a gander deep inside

The best stuff's at the bottom there

Oh wait... that's right -- I lied"

One quick motion -- in he goes

And downward slams the door

Locks it shut to keep him froze

And seen again no more

The worst of Simon's evil feats

As if this won't suffice:

Three more kids, wrapped in sheets

And frozen in the ice

Grinning like a crocodile

Having trapped his latest prize

Simon and his evil smile

Glares with hungry eyes

The doors are locked, windows rolled

To keep eyes off his prey;

Ice cream man, with treasures cold

Drives three blocks away...

Simon has an ice cream truck

He drives it down the street

While all the children grab a buck

And rush to get their treat

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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2016.