Careening go I to the depths of my soul
To deliberate questions upon me bestowed.
Ponderous options, I’m bowed with the weight.
Considerations not dared left to fate.
The myriad choices, I –
“Ma’am? Your decision?”
“Chocolate. No. Vanilla. No. A scoop of each, please!”
What Rhymes with Stanza? 
SUPERSCOOPS, please.
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Oh, definitely!
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ah….would that decisions about ice cream be our toughest decisions in life! Make it so, please!!!
Thanks so much for posting to the prompt!
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Thanks for hosting.
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The mundane with the pursuit of the divine. Contentment in the choice of ice cream will do nicely thank you.
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And you’re rewarded no matter what you choose.
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Hi Maggie — Nice work poet! Please come and visit me, share your likes and your truth! Would love to have you!
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*laughing* this is like my 6-year-old at the ice cream shop!
❤
David
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And I’m still doing it at 60!
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Ah yes…life choices. Reminds me of the Lyle Lovett song “Here I am” when after much contemplation he says “…if it’s not too late, make it a cheeseburger”
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Had to look that one up. Love it!
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Very clever … at first I thought you were heading off in another direction!
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The poem “careened” off track?
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But if you get the question coffee or tea, you wouldn’t answer a little bit of both.
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Good point.
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Oh this is absolutely delightful! 😀 Double scoop for me please 💝💝
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Coming right up! 😉
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