Mrs. Fairen's Little Blue Man

It all began with the classic speedway
followed by the fascination
with a clear, plastic, cylindrical flask,
engraved with a mighty ‘S.’

Approaching the machine of heaven,
I am mesmerized by the swirling mechanism 
Bursting with the hues of blood, azure, and caramel.

I pull the lever to witness a beautiful sight
A perfect line of perfect blue streams into my cup.
Its berry-blast aroma floods my senses.  I sigh.
“Is there a more delightful happiness?”

I raise the glass to my eager lips,
still inches away it radiated frigid breath on my skin.
A sip, followed by an instant refill, to replace what had been stolen.

I top of my little blue man with a lid
Then stab a mean neon red straw through his brain.
I watch the slender corridor transform into a violet hue
As the blue ocean of ice masquerades up its alleyway.

I pay the good clerk what he is due
Upon my change I thank the good soul.  He laughed.
“Enjoy you’re thirty-two ounce icee Ma'am.”