Oh, creamy, tub of icy delight.
It’s very cold when I take a bite.
You melt so fast when you see the light
Yer different flavours,
The taste of you just very might
Fill my endeavours.
The greatest dream of the young weans,
When eating you I feel so vain,
I’d kill for you, oh just a grain,
Oh all the flavours on the chain,
They would be ate.
Toffee, fudge, and cookie dough,
Through all the flavours I shall mow,
Then to the toilets I will go,
I now must run,
But you really need to know,
This was fun.
By Stephen McG