Tribute to the "Yucky Man"

We've had a nice run, Yucky Man.  We have waved to you in disgust as you continued past our street leaving behind the chimes of your music.  We watched as the other children ran into their houses only to come back out waving dollar bills at your truck.  Our kids never knew what your sound signified, why our youth chased you down the street.  Yes, Yucky Man, it was a lovely couple of summers.  Those were carefree days of the past though I'm afraid.  Ruined by the carelessness of others, the others who do not understand the finger nails on a chalkboard whining that comes along with you. The pleading and begging as our wallets snap shut with the sound of emptiness.  Ode to you, Yucky Man, as you are no longer Yucky Man at all. 

Tonight as you turned down our street, purposely passing by our home looking for another sale.  You did not see me running towards my children as if a kidnapper was on the loose.  I tried, I saw you out of the corner of my eye and oh how I knew.  I knew with all my heart that a battle was to ensue.  My feet felt as if they were stuck to the ground as I watched the head of my little girl snap to the left as the sound of your music made it's way to her ears.  I reached out for the boy hoping I could get him in time but he too was mesmerized.  She waved her hand out to you as I heard those fateful words...

"Please ICE CREAM MAN, STOP!" as she flung her arm towards the street just as your van reached our drive.  My little boy was not far behind as his little feet padded down the driveway yelling to you for a "pider man popikle" 

"NOOOOOOOOO!" as I opened my mouth but without a sound.  I was frozen.  Frozen in fear as I watched my babies get sucked into your propaganda.  The van came to a halt at the neighbor's house as her father came out waving a wadded up bill.

"Ice cream for everyone.  What would you like?" 

The smile on your face, Mr. Yucky Man, sickened me to the bottom of my stomach.  You have turned them, that fast with your promise of sugar.  No longer will they call you out of your name.  You have lured them away from the words of their Mother as you hand them that sticky substance on a stick.  I watch as it drips down their tiny hands with a promise of another bath.  My babies, oh how I've lost my babies. 

Please, I beg of you Mr. Ice Cream Man.  Skip our street.  Give me back what little control I had.

Comments

[Andrew]

do do do do da do do da do da do do do. That song is specifically designed to penetrate 12 inches of concrete, or the standard house wall. There is no escaping the 'yucky man'

[Beth - total mom haircut]

You know, it's so funny that you write this. I have been so worried that Sam is going to figure out what is in the musical truck all summer long. So far he has no idea because I have made sure we are always inside when it comes. Think I can make ti through the whole summer? Probably not. My day will come...

[Robert]

I didn't mean for my comment on your previous post to be so prophetic. Life as you knew it is over. Did you ever thought you'd pray for summer to end faster? Now you will. :)

[Carol ~ I Throw Like A Girl]

I know! I was out front watering my plants, when I heard it. I think I would stick a pencil in my eye if I had to drive that truck listening to that music all. day. long.