Ice Cream

ice cream card

Strawberry, vanilla, mint-choc-chip

Traditional kind or new soft whip

So many flavours from which to pick

You make your choice then take a lick.

Icy cold against your lips

As down your fingers run the drips

Sticky cheeks, sticky chin

There’s nothing like an ice cream grin.

A chocolate flake makes a 99

Just as a treat, not all the time.

Crunch the cornet, eat the crumbs

Sucking clean your fingers and thumbs.

Wait all tomorrow to hear once more

The ice cream chimes outside your door.

poetry

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