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Ice Cream Day

Sticky vanilla drips over his tiny pinky.
Rainbow sprinkled lips smile gratitude.
His face dodges mother`s attempt to destroy his delight.
The waffle softens in his palm,
Teeth clenched,he devours soggy leftovers.
It is a global warming sort of Ice cream day.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Chircop Avatar
November 11, 2009 at 4:26 PM
Its Winter On my island ,but yummy i need an icecream now,chocolate and vanilla pls..lovely poem Robin--Charma
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May 17, 2009 at 8:44 AM
Thanks for allowing me to smile with this one. Creative view on an ordinary event--one most readers will relate to. Love the thought of "Rainbow sprinkled lips." Keep on writing. Thank you for your kind comment on my poem. Karen
Suzadail Jr. Avatar
April 21, 2009 at 6:40 AM
My major weakness! If it weren't for ice cream, I'd still be able to see my feet. Vince
Goff Avatar
March 19, 2009 at 5:27 AM
great fun! Jim
Higgins Avatar
March 18, 2009 at 10:36 AM
LOL..a global warming sort of ice cream day..wicked line..that stole the show..
Wilson Avatar
March 17, 2009 at 2:35 PM
Hi and you didn't do that when you was a baby, I guess we all did. Made me smile. God bless. Leon
Winter Avatar
March 17, 2009 at 1:40 PM
Totally adorable! And why am I drooling here? Love waffles with ice cream. : ) Oh my gosh, this is an absolutely precious picture. Pure joy captured in a poem. Hope you took a real pic too! Love, Shar
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