A Good Treat For a Brat
On those hot summer's afternoons around five,
there's nothing that soothes like a rich ice cream;
sweaty kids can't wait for Mr. Softee to arrive
and they run while their hysterical moms scream!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015
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