Atop the Ice Capped Mountain
Atop the ice capped mountain
Residing in my cup
There flowed a creamy lava
A marshmallow cover up
The snow was flavored chocolate
Though the vast selection varies
With choices of all colors
From Honeydews to Cherries
Perhaps by now you’ve guessed it
This frozen, fun delight
We would call them snowballs
Joy for any summer’s night
Sno-cone, shaved ice, snow ball
A frigid alias, all three
No matter what you call it
Tonight, it's Egg Custard for me!
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2017
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