Outside the Dairy Zone, what a surprise,
A Sasquatch appeared before human eyes.
Not in the forest, not on the run—
But chillin’ in Des Moines, soakin’ up sun.
He stood near the cones and the walk-up stand,
With a double scoop melting right out of his hand.
Kids took selfies, moms said “How bizarre,”
He posed like a pro, then leaned on a car.
His fur was matted, but vibes were tight,
He ordered a twist and a Choco-Nite.
The clerk just shrugged, “We serve all kinds—
Bigfoot or not, we don’t mind the lines.”
Was it a prank? A mascot, perhaps?
Or just a local in hairy relapse?
No one could say, but here’s the key:
Sasquatch loves soft-serve just like you and me.
So if you’re in Des Moines on University Ave,
Keep your eyes peeled — he may still arrive.
And if you see him, don’t freak or flee…
Just hand him a cone and say, “This one’s on me.”
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