~ naughty Mr Whippy ~

when I was little
8 or 9 to be precise
I got a ride in Mr Whippy's van
and I got a free ice cream
it was a very hot day
the ice cream was melting
dripping onto my leg
Mr Whippy licked it off
I told Mr Whippy I wanted to go home
I didn't tell mum
but I told my friend
and she told her dad
the next time I heard the green sleeves music
approaching in the distance
I ran into the street
as I always did
so did my friend's dad
he jumped over the counter of Mr Whippy's truck
and he grabbed Mr Whippy's shirt
he shouted at him really loudly
called him a bald headed bastard
and told him to never ever come back
he then punched Mr Whippy on the nose
really hard
lots of times
us kids stood around gobsmacked
I felt a bit sorry for Mr Whippy
and knew this was the end
of my free ice cream