Blue Bell Passion

BLUE BELL PASSION Pound, pound, pound! my melting feet move a rhythmic sound I feel, I feel, almost soothed. My chocolate chip sweat drips over me. Almost done. my butter pecan steps trip to what I have won. Another creamy day of health! But! Now I pray for a pecan touch a creamy touch of ice cream! The cat days of summer have tightened the chains of restraint, overcome by vanilla refrains "I scream, I scream, I scream!" sounds on the rocky road, first, as faint as a dream, then building, building, then, explode! "you scream, you scream, you scream!" Into a crescendo choking my soul yelling neopolitan dreams like a pistachio ghoul! the dreamy scary cold of ice cream! "we all scream, We all scream, We all scream!" My very cherry pores quiver I am naught but a pecan stream of desire on a hurricane river! "FOR ICE CREAM! I am addicted, lost to the American Dream of a freezer filled with milk-creamy frost! There is no help for me, it seems there is no butter brickle help just melted Blue Bell cream melted mental bowls of ice cream! Is there no toffee hope for my coffee-flavored desire? a twelve-step Pope for me to tastefully hire? An Ice Cream Anonymous somewhere on Earth once a week, or month a chocolate re-birth? Strawberry, blueberry I admit it all I am hooked, Ben and Jerry, it is my downfall! the sweet addictive passion of ice cream!