Ice Cream

(with apologies to Joyce Kilmer, author of the poem “Trees”) I think that I shall never dream A poem lovely as ice cream. It’s soft and smooth and cold and sweet— An opulent delight to eat. Vanilla, chocolate, cookie dough, Pecan, or mint—my heart’s aglow. I guess you, too, know what I mean— You’re heading out to Dairy Queen. No tribute could with taste compete, So go ahead: enjoy your treat. And unlike any poem yet, You’ll find it ends too soon, I bet.