Ice Pops
Colored bright, for kids’ delight,
The ice pops on a stick
Start dripping way before they’re done,
A foolish snack to pick.
So hands and faces bear the traces
Of the colored dye
Which, too, is splattered on their clothes,
A mess they can’t deny.
An ice cream cup can fill you up
With drips in the container.
To say that is a better choice
To me is a no-brainer.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2019
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