Ice Cream: A Poem

Ah ice cream.

Cold, creamy, maybe a few chunks.

I like soft serve. Sometimes the hard stuff is good too.

Chocolate chips, peanut butter swirls, caramel that oozes.

Cookie dough anyone?

Ice cream is the best anytime of year.

So what if it’s snowing out there?

Cones, sundae’s, banana boats,

ice cream floats.

You knew that line was coming.

Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, butter pecan too.

Rocky road, a Bear Claw, what’s your mood?

Bars, cones, pop sickle delights,

kids of all ages, can’t take just one bite.

Ice cream, for dinner, sign me up.

Ice cream, ice cream, how about some peanut butter cup.

Mmm…Dessert

Dessert.

What’s in a dessert?

Is it chocolaty?

Is it creamy?

Is it gooey goodness?

How sweet?

Too sweet.

Angel food, I can see why.

Crispy, crunchy, texture.

Bits of this,

bits of that.

Fruity, with a hint of cinnamon.

Peanut buttery, with chocolate swirls.

Powdered sugar anyone?

Yes please.

Hot or cold? Swirls so bold.

What’s in a dessert?

The end of the meal,

probably the best part.

What’s in a dessert?

Anything that makes you say more please.

Mmm….dessert.