Banana Split Dilemma

"Horace!  Strawberry, chocolate, or vanilla, please,
Hurry up, make up your mind, I'm gonna sneeze!"
"It's cold in this freezer and I would like to get out!"
"Pick one!" (George did shout!)
I want all three!
A banana split; you see.
"Brrrr, okay, zzzz, I'll be right baaaack,
Heeere's the straawberrry, and choocoolate."
"One mooore triiip Vanillllla, great!
I'm stiiiill aliiive whaaat a faaate!"
"Nooow I'mmm goooing tooo warrrm uuup!
Where's the cooocooa cuppp?"
In the cupboard where it was left last.
Will you warm up fast!
I want my banana split before the ice cream melts away.
"Maaake it yourrrself, Horrrraaaace, willl ya, hey!"
"I had enough offff thiiiis cooold.
I'm getting tttoo old fooor thisss.”
“(Slurp, slurp on hot cocoa) to warm up.”
"Got to get me anottther cup!"
"Getting warmer already, thank you for hot cocoa.
For if we didn't have cocoa, it would drive me friggin loco."
"I would have just cried.
If I couldn't warm up inside."
"My toes are still frozen, my finger’s all frosty white,
I think I got that stuff they call frost bite!"
"I can't feel my fingers, they're numb and burn,
Why didn't I wear gloves, I guess I'll never learn."
"My poor ears are so red.
I just hope they aren't dead!"
"My hat I left at home, on my bed.
Couldn't go home, I could have called Fred."
"Horace, did you have your banana split, was it good?"
“Yes, thank you, you can put the ice cream back now, if you would.”
"No way am I going back in there! I'm just thawing out now.
Horace, you go in there, you're bigger than me, you cow."
Alright no need to argue, Horace will go put ice cream back.
Hey, George, by the way-what's in your sack?”
“Never mind, put the ice cream back, I bought you a gift.”
(Horace tries to lift it but can't.)  Can you give me a push or a lift?
"Why, ice cream too heavy for you, big guy?"
“No! It froze to the counter wise fry.”
"Okay, I'll help, but I'm not going in, wise guy?"
“Did you want a banana split, little fry?”
"No, Horace, I'm glad you're my friend,
Let's keep our cold friendship to the end."
“Sure, George (they shake hands) you're, alright.
Even know you are such a little, scrawny, sight.
Now, did I hear you right before, you bought me a gift?”
"Yes, Horace, it's to give you a color lift."
“Give me what, a color lift?
Come on, let me open the gift?”
"Say, please."
“Oh, come on now, please!”
"Here it is, watch out that it doesn’t bite, and fall out."
“What a new wig? Is this what the color lift is all about?”
"I just thought you might want to change your hair color to look like me.
So, I bought you one so we can be brothers, see?"
"Try it on, I hope it's big enough."
“It fits George, how do I look, not so, tough?”
“Come here, bud, let old cow Horace, give you a hug.
Thank you, George, for this new rug!”
“You're Welcome, Horace.”
10-12-2024