Ice Cream Van
Why am I chasing an ice cream van?
I asked, as after the van I ran....
Is this futility? I held out my hand--
Shall I ever be chased by this man?
Why does anyone chase an ice cream van?
No one is pursued by the ice cream man,
Running after a van in this heat is dippy,
Why sells our souls for Mr. Whippy?
With the crowds I did compete,
I bought soft serves, to survive the heat,
As that callous van drove down the street,
But, with ice cream, my soul is replete!
Copyright © Julie Grenness | Year Posted 2016
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