Dollops of cream display the bean upon a milky pedestal. Droplets of dream glisten and gleam throughout the town festival.
Me: bean festival I guess
My sunday school teacher:
Dashes of Nutella
Thrilled the young fellow
As he slowly licked the spoon
my dad: you just got schooled by Mrs. Carter
Dad, I was being polite all those years ago, but now that you're gone, I really must beg to differ.