Thirty-Five Cents

© 2016 by P Michael Biggs

He was only ten, our little friend

He wanted ice cream, but where and when

He counted his coins again and again

He counted again, and then, and then

He asked the price with chocolate on top

He heard the price, his face did drop

He started to leave the old soda shop

He headed for the door and he did stop

Ice cream only was thirty-five cents

Thirty-five cents made a pretty big dent

But back to the counter our young lad went

He asked for the scoop costing thirty-five cents

It was delish, he ate it all

His belly was full, he sat real tall

Now he was ready, for the check he did call

He reached real deep into his overall

Out came the coins, he paid thirty-five cents

He dug some more and found fifteen more

He plopped them down and away he went

There goes a gent, he tipped a good percent