All day I could eat ice cream
Then still have more at night
To say there is a time I can’t eat ice cream
is not right.
That’s why in all my belt loops
I hook on sixteen spoons,
It’s why at my house there’s
Ten freezers in each room
And toppings stashed inside the pocket
Of each coat I own
And why I’m working on a way
To eat ice cream through my phone.
Ice cream may not be perfect
But it’s very very close
So to sundaes, cones, and chipwiches,
Let’s raise an ice cream toast.
If like their pine cone cousins
ice cream cones could grow on trees,
think how many forests
would serve happiness for free.
And if on nature’s dessert
rainbow sprinkles like snowflakes fell,
the world might no longer
have a need for wishing wells.
Though it sounds spun around
Don’t make the mistake
To waste the good taste
Of a CupsideDownCake.
All frosting on the bottom
Spongy yellow cake on top
So much yummy sweetness in it
Who could care that it’s flip-flopped?
Yes, deserting a dessert
Because it has a scrambled look
Is an eating sin akin
To “Trusting Skinny Cooks.”