And a banana split came to pass. Recall, after all, he’d earned it.

Behold the chocolate, the vanilla, and the strawberry, which is one ice cream—the dark flavor, the light flavor, and the right flavor. Let him eat in peace and savor the slip of the lip over the spoonful. The brain freeze? A just carnal scourge. The banana halves? Fruit meet for a splurge. The whipped cream teeming, the toppings tumbling, the melt foam frothing? Behold, and lo, the finger makes his plate clean. Smitten by scoopfuls, his licks don’t bite.

Treat for a prophet whom God didn’t spare. And don’t share with Samuel, that Lamanite.

Reactions to this prose poem are welcome in the comments section. Since it is the season, I also invite you to read A Fat Mormon Tries Lent.