Six-Fifty
$6.50 for an ice cream cone,
A rip-off, that’s for sure,
But once spring fever hits, I know
There is no better cure.
There’s ice cream in my freezer;
I could scoop myself a bowl,
But in the outside air, a cone
Is soothing to the soul.
Today’s was coconut with hunks
Of chocolate mixed inside
And almonds to accentuate
No pleasure was denied.
$6.50 for an ice cream cone
I’m glad I can afford,
For after so much time indoors
I’ve earned this sweet reward.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2022
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