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Vanilla Ice Cream

Like every flavor of ice cream, we differ.
Some are chocolate, some have nuts. Some have sprinkles, some are a bit of a klutz.
Smashing their cones into ground, and going back for a second round.
Rainbow sherbet, rocky road, some with double scoops.
But not me.
"Just vanilla please."

They give me a funny look, and offer more toppings.
A whole array of scrumptious frostings.
I shake my head in reply and accept my scoop.
They continue to stare, feeling like they'd been duped.

Because everyone seems to avoid, the one flavor of my choice.
Vanilla, just plain. Not even a more elegant kind, like vanilla bean.
I understand why they feel that way. Everyone wants to be different these days.
They want to be caramel swirl, mint, or black cherry.
That's fine and good. Really, it is.
But you should hear how they talk about vanilla.
Plain, boring, dull. Work before play.
An uptight stick in the mud.
"You're no fun!"
"Don't be plain vanilla," they say.

But why not? I ask myself, as I sit, on a bench, enjoying my sweet treat.
Yeah, I'm vanilla. I guess you're right.
Maybe I'm boring and dull.
But I can't help it if I'm responsible.

Usually, I take the comments in stride.
Because I know who I am, and it's nothing to hide.
But now I have a comeback. A stinging rebuttal.
Don't you know what vanilla can do?...
Anything... It can do absolutely anything.

Add gummy worms and cookie dough, top it with any of those toppings.
Add chocolate fudge.
Add melted caramel.
Dip it in sprinkles.
Put it in a float, filled with soda. Or in a cake or a cup or a cone.
Mix it with other flavors, it goes great with everything.
Versatile, adaptable. That's what makes vanilla supreme.
And all I have left to say is,
I like being vanilla ice cream.