Soft Pink Ice-Cream
My tongue I stick out
A large strawberry dangles out
My strawberry tongue now split
I scream, is it a dream?
My hearts pace is like running a race
Sweating in the middle of the afternoon
I pop my head into the fridge
A large scoop of ice-cream topped
With strawberries with a tongue
hanging out on a dish!
I scream, no sound comes out
I cannot feel my tongue
My mouth full of soft pink ice-cream!
23.6.22
Copyright © Carol Mitra | Year Posted 2022
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