The Snow Cone

Many People Come, Many People Go They Come In Big Groups, They Come By Themselves They Order Cherry, Or Sometimes Mango The Syrup Pours, Then Goes Back On The Shelves. I Observe Them As They Eat Their Snow Cone, Laughing And Smiling And Having Some Fun. They Then Instagram The Cone With Their Phone, I Watch Them Again, As They All Get Done. They All Then Go Back To Their Nice Sports Cars, Holding Their Cup, And Holding Pretty Girls. Their Cars Are Fast They Can Reach Planet Mars, But All They Can Do Is Spin It In Whirls. Many People Come, Many People Go They Come In Big Groups, They Come By Themselves They Order Cherry, Or Sometimes Mango The Syrup Pours, Then Goes Back On The Shelves. I Observe Them As They Eat Their Snow Cone, Laughing And Smiling And Having Some Fun. Girl Swirling In The Dress Her Mom Had Sewn, Boy Playing With The Toy Car Dad Had Done. They All Go Back Inside Their Old Civic, Smiling With Joy Laughter And Happiness. The Dad Drives Because Only He Knows Stick, And Than The New Chevy This Was Much Less. Many People Come, Many People Go They Come In Varieties, They All Come. They Order Cherry, Or Sometimes Mango No Matter The Social Class, They All Come.