ODE to a Disneyland CHURRO: By Britney Jensen, on occasion of the Disneyland trip 2009
written April 2009
Alas another trip comes near,
the magic kingdom awaits.
I wait, I smile, and I can’t sit still.
I countdown to . . .
Your churros
priced at $3.00.
There you are
sitting in a small booth
ran by an employee
who knows nothing
of your genuineness.
I hand over gas money,
then handed to me is you.
I gently grip your long body.
Sugar flakes
falling lightly on my pants.
My fingers attract
your shiny tiny cubes,
hoping to be licked later on.
I open my mouth,
eyes closed,
hearing the crushing,
collapsing sweet bread,
tasting the
delicious texture.
The sound of flakes falling
brushing against
the napkin.
I wipe around my mouth,
clap my hands together
to release excess
sugar.
I’m done, and I’m pleased.
Churro, you are the reason
I come to Disneyland.
This was the best. I just can't wait until we do it again someday. Perhaps them you will have a companion of your own and you won't have to be the single rider... though you were a fabulous single rider, I must say.
ReplyDeletethankyou. I...enjoyed it. Especially on Splash Mtn and Pirates ;)
ReplyDeleteThis was such a very glorious trip, I already want to go back even though I have been back once already since then. Also, I think your Churro poem deserves the Pulitzer Prize.
ReplyDeleteNot the pickle?
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