Ice cream poems

Yeah, I did get some! And it was awesome.

Here is what Christine had to say (she was inspired!):

Peering through the glass
Kaleidoscope of flavour
waits before my eyes

******

Dad says "Hurry, pick"
Sugar cone, two big scoops of
mint chocolate chip

******
Hot summer night
Rivulets of vanilla
Tongue catching them all

***************

I inhale deeply
smelling sugar in the air
Anticipation

Gavin said this is about Grafton, N.D., but it sounds pretty familiar to me:

DQ cone in hand
Sittin on the tailgate
Watch the girls cruise by.

And the Medievalist brought the real deal:

Yogurt and lemon,
Together in the same cone,
Nights in Santander.


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