Tiny Town Tuesday

pine-rest-corner aFor this month, thought a visit back to Tiny Town was in order.

At Peggy Puddin’ Pharmacy
A blue critter staring at me
As blue as the paint on the outer walls
It calls my name, making no sound at all.
I enter below; the bell sounds above.
In the back of the shop is the ice cream stand
I offer my lunch money in my outstretched hand.
I’ll order a sundae and dig right in
Covered in syrup that looks like a flower
With orange sprinkles, the dish I devour
For every other bite is mine
The first, many, last are Blue Critter’s -that’s fine.

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