Ode to Minty Goodness

The golden arches call to me
in spring to set my taste buds free.

The season of new beginnings,
commence with cool, minty winnings—

For two dollars and ninety-nine
my stressful day becomes divine.

I know it’s never a mistake
with each slurpy sip of milkshake.

All summer and winter I’ve ached
for the taste of a Shamrock shake.

Now, as snow outside starts to thaw
I draw perfection through my straw.

This milky, minty, marvel calms
my nerves, my doubts, and all my qualms.

Simplistic joy is worth the cost
of gaining back the pounds I’d lost.


Typically rhyme and meter are not my thing, but for a poem about a shake it seemed fitting.

Photo credit: http://www.nydailynews.com/lifestyle/food/2007/03/16/2007-03-16_shamrock_shake_shocker_its_disappeared.html