Life and Whoopee
When we’re little we love everything there is to love about whoopee pies
how awesome they taste by themselves
spectacularly so with a glass of really cold milk on a mid summer afternoon…so good. Dare we say it…
even better than Oreo’s and really cold milk?!
No? That’s pushing it?
Toss up?
OK. Toss up.
But either way, that’s awesome stuff.
When time passes we tend to ease up on the pies
get down on ourselves yet still manage to
love everything there is to love about whoopee,
how awesome it is by itself
spectacularly so with someone else who’s really hot or myopic or,
dare we say it…
still breathing?
No? That’s pushing it?
OK. Toss up.
(Leave the breath holders alone.)
Either way, that’s awesome stuff.
Time passes some more.
We love everything there is to love about whoopee
and pie and breath holders and
indulge whether chilled, hot, warm, tepid, svelte, chunky or
dare we say it…
at least moving?
No? That’s pushing it
Toss up?
Any way it goes, it’s still awesome.
In the end, we balance the things we like -
whoopee pies, whoopee, cold milk and breathing +
with the ones we love, maybe even ourselves along with
the tepid ones who, like us, pound away faithfully and earnestly like
the masons out back who chisel and point the wall,
sweat in hot summer afternoon sun and still
whistle meringue tunes.
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