Creamy vanilla ice cream with
Crunchy bacon bits mixed in
A little salty
Dipped in dark chocolate
Several times to get it just thick enough
To hold the sprinkling
Of crushed roasted peanuts
Then dipped in funnel cake batter
And crisped in a deep fat fryer
Full of bubbling vegetable oil
Until the outside is just crispy
With a light layer of bubbled foam
Between the hot crunchy outside
And the cold creamy center
Dusted with powdered sugar
And served in the classic manner
Which is to say
On a hot summer’s night
Amid the sounds and the lights
Of a county fair
From the window of a tin trailer
With the smell of generator exhaust
And the glare of naked light bulbs
By a girl with knowing eyes
Who hands you this unholy sacrament
On a stick