Hot Humid Kentucky Days Demand Ice-Cream
I rushed home and hid
one ice-cream, ate the other.
I didn’t tell my husband.
He has his own stash.
Besides, he’s allergic
to lavender.
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Mmmmmm, lavender ice cream! I love the honesty about the deception . . .it works well when it comes to food. Lol. Great poem.
I like this version best…
This made me smile:)
Funny. I met your husband–such a trick to play on that nice man. Secret? If I could I would too.