Strawberry,
Vanilla,
Banana split
Maybe, I'll have it in a cone, filled with one scoop of triple chocolate chip.
Don’t forget the rainbow sprinkles and cherry sauce that sticks~ Napkins at the ready, for any melting messy drips.
Daddy said my brain would freeze eating far too quick~ i laughed when daddy’s tongue changed colour, from the blue ice lolly he licked
How am I to choose, so many I could pick~ Imagine tasting Each yummy flavour altogether in a dish.
To every day have ice-cream
That would be my wish
Breakfast, lunch and dinner without ever feeling sick.
A new flavour I decided on to try today was this ..
Rocky road with chocolate toppings, shaped like little fish
. I love my daddy, And I love our ice-cream trips.
Categories:
ice lolly, child, chocolate, i love
Form: Rhyme
I walk to the place I laughed the most wholly
With stars in my hair and holding a dripping ice lolly
I look to the days when laughter was just gay
when true to her word mum was just a shout away
Holding onto memories, rejoicing in my past
Alas I have forgotten about this day that has past
My children I watch with a numbed expression
Wet cheeks abound in this selfmade prison
I fear not what may happen but build a masked exterior
Depressed and saddened I awaken in this manner
Angst and bleak I sleep with this dilemma
Yet unknownst I hold onto this past long unveiled
Begone unhappiness rejoice in these here times
Look to their future, for my progeny it will rewind
Categories:
ice lolly, childhood
Form: Sonnet
I lie there
sun baking down
upon my back
Sizzling my skin
prickled with the heat
slowly scorches.
To cool it
I move a little
to the right.
A tree shaded area
just cool enough
in which to laze
the afternoon away.
Half dazed I lay there,
my thoughts begin
to wander
back over previous days.
Days where my boyfriend
would woo me,
off to the pictures
or night spots…
always something to do,
somewhere to go.
Him leading me,
showing me off
like a prized possession.
I wander is that all I am?
A possession?
Daisies,
I love these
cute little flowers,
perfect for picking
and playing….
He loves me,
he loves me not…
....He loves me!
Satisfied for now,
beaming like a
Cheshire cat;
I close my eyes ,
let imagination
take me far away
and doze
waiting for his return
with ice-lolly
dripping,
melting;
as I do with
my love…
Categories:
ice lolly, confusion, devotion, food, friendship,
Form: Free verse