I have a little crush on Mr. Whippy!! Every Sunday Mr. Whippy comes into our street to sell ice cream to whining children… and me. I can hear the ice cream truck from miles away. The music is simple, but very effective. Whenever I hear his music it’s like golden rays of sunshine break through dark clouds and brighten up the entire world.
Yes, Mr. Whippy brings out the inner child in me. The inner child that wants to dance to the music that is coming out of the truck, the inner child that wants to spoil itself with nice ice cream, the inner child that is silly and thinks that if Mr. Whippy became president he could solve all world problems with his ice cream.
Mr. Whippy I heart you!!!! I am counting down the days until he comes again…
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April 27th, 2008 at 11:57 pm
Oh I wish we had a Mr. Whippy! Our ice cream truck guy is…well…uh…a little rough around the edges! He scares us! lol!!
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April 28th, 2008 at 2:13 am
This made me laugh because as a mother of 4, I despise the ice cream man.
Thought I would share a poem that I wrote about him
Hope you don’t mind!
The Ice Cream Man
Damn, damn,
the ice cream man!
Just try and catch him
if you can
Can I have some!
Can I have some!
Please can I, huh?
Does this man
really want the work?
My theory is
that he’s just a stupid jerk!
Does this man not wear a watch?
Does he not know
that it’s time for my scotch?
The dinner bell is ringing,
yet he just goes on dinging.
The Kraft mac and cheese
is almost on the table.
The knife is in my hand.
I’ll catch him if I’m able.
Damn, damn
the ice cream man!
Take care,
Angel
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August 4th, 2008 at 12:45 pm
[...] Mr. Whippy? Yummy… Love their banana thick shakes. I guess I am not the only one who dances to the music coming out of the ice cream truck. I can’t give you the music, but you can read my silly post about how much I love Mr. Whippy. [...]