Games stop with loud tinkling chime
Of white ice cream truck
Creeping down long lane at dusk
Children run amok
Begging parents for some cash
Sweet tooth will not wait
Dash back to street waving hands
"Yea, we're not too late!"
Ice cream cones dipped in sprinkles
Chocolate push-ups
Banana splits with cherries
Tots get ice cream cups
Sundaes topped with smooth whip cream
Ice cream on a stick
Popsicles shaped like rockets
Which one will you pick?
Faces beaming all around
Cool sweets taste so grand
Melting treats have disappeared
Kids have sticky hands
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Lyrical Porch II
PoetryCome sit on my porch, When you're feeling scorched, Come put up your feet, Read a tranquil treat ....
