Sprinkles and Fudge

The sun fent like a furnace
by the frosty treat shack
as Mom Kate and I
licked our cones with a smack

When off of the highway
there appeared with a roar
 a dude on a bike
that made my pulse soar

Revving his engine
he circled a lot
then pulled up beside us
and jerked to a stop

He was dressed all in black
from his head to his heels
and his chrome-studded belt
mached his chrome-studded wheels

His jeans were all creased
and splattered with mud
and his boots when he walked
made a terrible thud 

"Don't stare kids" mom whispered
"be as still as you can
I don't like the looks
of that bike riding man"

As we nervously sat there
licking our cones
he marched to the counter
to order his own

Then as he strode past us
Kate shouted with glee
"Look Look he's got fudge
 and sprinkles like me!"

"That's not all!" I exlamed
for I saw on his sleeve
a bright cross shaped patch
with the words "I belive"

"you love jesus?" I gasped 
as he took his first bite 
the smile on his face
 let me know I was right

"He's my lord!" The man beamed
as he perched on his seat
"and this" he declared
"is my favorite treat"

When he finished his cone
he gave us a wink
then revving his engine
was gone in a blink
 
God used that patch-
and some sprinkles and fudge-
to remind us once more
only he is the judge

the end