Happiest Banana Split

I had never met a happier ice cream banana split. She sang to me songs that would make you twirl a bit. Love songs and ditties that spilled over her glass bowl. She was an ice cream with feelings, a banana split with a soul. I hate to devour you, I told her as I tried to masticate. That is fine! She told me, my strawberry syrup is great! She sang all the way down my esophagus and truly tickled me. I love being a part of you, she sang out. I kind of miss her glee.