A Matter of Taste
Vanilla.
Vanilla had always been her flavor of choice.
Safe. Predictable. Can-never-go-wrong-vanilla.
Until today.
For reasons quite surprising ,
she couldn’t fathom the thought of another vanilla day.
Today,
looking over her shoulder,
as if her vanilla-lover was lurking around the corner,
she, ever so determinedly,
chose
chocolate.
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Enjoying these tasty poems, Jennifer!
Thanks! Your poems are so cool! Love your take on things!
As a vanilla lover, I love this poem!
Thanks!!! I’m a vanilla lover too!