The Icecream Man
Beads of sweat dot my burnt forehead
As I start to give in to the scorching heat
The ice cream man anthem ring throughout the suburban neighborhood
Strawberry, chocolate, vanilla swirl
With a warm smile he greets us
Eyes of rainbow sprinkles
Fresh waffle cone brown complexion
Nose cherry red
We watch as our hero and his whip cream white head fades into the heat
Copyright © Sarrita Will | Year Posted 2006
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