We find ourselves with a very unique opportunity

to do the right thing but the British enjoyment of sticking

to the choice supposedly only offered between vanilla and raspberry

stops Mint Choc from ever being tasted on a Day in May afternoon.

 

It is a very British howl of complaint

that at the back of our minds, the thought that struggles to be free

and roam wild, perhaps by not going down the same old, same old

tired route and certainly keeping away from that foul

taste offered by the street vendor, who decks himself out

in Purple-ish hue and reeks of plastic disgrace and unhealthy

dying woodlice,

let the revolution begin, choose Mint Choc, Scottish Blue Moon flavour,

topped with Cornish Clotted Cream or even if possible one made out

with Welsh Corona,

anything to upset the Vanilla and Strawberry back slappers.

 

As with everything we do, we are a set of people set in our ways

set in the pockets of the unmoveable, why should vanilla

always be the confection of choice? Why should Kumquat be the one

to rage with when Vanilla gets too big for its jumped up

jack boot and its makers bemoan the lack of purses

bought with the profits.

Choose a different taste, it might be strange,

It could well be expensive but in the long run

our children will thank us for having the bravery

to at least try bringing together all the other flavours

to their lives.

 

Ian D. Hall 2015