poem

and of course.. the over due poem.

Ice-cream van

Ice-cream van so wonderfully made
With ice-creams of all tastes and coloring
Should never forbade
A child to gape in longing

The ice-cream of such sinful feeling
Slowly rafting down the throat
Sends the tastebuds beaming
And my senses afloat

The van's infernal ringing
Despite my bursting button
My stomach starts screaming
I am perhaps a glutton

-jon