--- Frosty Ev'ryday, It's not just of ice cream that I would like a taste. Watching for moments her uniform clings to her in revealing ways. Oh what is her name, for her name tag does not say, crazy Wendy's chick. If I were to stare deep in her eye-linered eyes, what would I then see. A buck ninety-two, that's how much it will cost me for another glimpse. Isn't it cliche, picking up of waitresses. How can it be done? Am I the subject of gossip in her workplace or am I dismissed? So oft have I gone, Just another customer, nothing in her eyes. That's the way it goes, for both me and my Haiku. What can cool my mood? ---