The G-D Humor Man Poem by Fruchtbeine sonn

Big friendly truck comes down the street,
Evenings;
Each one promised fifteen cents,
Salvation from the heat of day
When he comes
With them all in a big cool box,

Clean and white, ringing bells,
He sells
Packaged happiness in flavors.
Little children from the houses
Running to
Their friendly Father figure:

Vanilla fudge bar for the Smith kid,
Pure vanilla for Callahan,
Chocolate for Rosenberg
And strawberry for Chan.
But at evening, end of day
When the world comes out to play
We all must buy our ice cream
From the same G-d Humor man.