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!
Copyright © Fritz Crytzer | Year Posted 2016
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