Soda JerkWhen Jo danced the double-dipping chocolate soda tango,
the boys sat rapt,
confectionery greed dribbling down their downy chins.
Her effervescent pirouettes in gingham frills
drilled syrup from its shiny well
into those tall, tall glasses,
slender as a pretty girl.
The thrill could chill a fellow into shivers,
staccato ice cream shudders.
"Oh, J-J-J-Jo, make mine a double too."Karen Tellefsen
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