Flying home on a Saturday evening
to my home in Washington State:
I recounted my delightful adventures,
rehearsing the tales I'd relate.
As the plane neared the Emerald City
I gazed through the window, and there
spied a savory, delicious concoction,
A delight with which none could compare.
Adrift in a sea of marshmallow clouds,
a mound of blueberry icecream appeared.
Mount Rainier, that most welcome sight,
as Wenatchee, my homeland I neared.
I dubbed it my Saturday Sundae
as salivating, I savored the sight,
tasting the joy and comfortable thought
that I'd sleep in my own bed that night.
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