Fro-Yo at Gibson's...
~A Vocal + Poem~
The following poem is for the Vocal + Assist Restaurant Poem Challenge...
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Fro to the Yo at Gibson's; we on the go... 🍦🍦🍦
My girls and I on the hunt for the flavors with tha flow...
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The Cake Batter-Yo tastes so good... that I must wiggle my toe...🤸🤸🤸
Then, I do the splits... Oops my knees just popped; they can't be fixed...🤸🤸🤸
No Michael Jack nor JB am I...🤸🤸🤸
Now I want some Apple Pie...🤸🤸🤸
Actually I just lied; I'll take a handsome guy...
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Please make sure he cooks & does Art and speaks from the heart...
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Also, I'll take a dozen chocolate shakes... I'm counting on you Santa don't be late...🎅🎅🎅
About the Creator
Tiffany Gordon
I am a super-spiritual, fun-loving artist, writer, & peer-counselor residing in the Pacific Northwest. I am also an Institute of Children's Literature alumna who enjoys writing about the triumph of the human spirit.
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Comments (12)
Delicious and shading beats
That was great and fun.Luv the positive vibe.
High five. Pssst! Santa. I want the same for xmas. Fun and all the fixings. Good luck Tiffany. Very enjoyable story.
Actually I just lied, I'll take a handsome guy! Lol! Your poems are always so fun and I love it!
Beautiful and sweet... I love it...
That is a brilliant and fun entry, just waiting for you to join Rick and Cathy with a Top Story for this challenge entry
This is so fun and joyful! Made me laugh and hungry for some fro-yo! 🥰🥰
I could take a dozen chocolate shakes, yum! Your poem brings smiles!
Loving it!!!
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Love it! Now I want chocolate and a shake lol
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This was a delight to read :)
Haha. Love it.