I think that I shall never dream
A poem lovely as ice cream.
It’s soft and smooth and cold and sweet—
An opulent delight to eat.
Vanilla, chocolate, cookie dough,
Pecan, or mint—my heart’s aglow.
I guess you, too, know what I mean—
You’re heading out to Dairy Queen.
No tribute could with taste compete,
So go ahead: enjoy your treat.
And unlike any poem yet,
You’ll find it ends too soon, I bet.
Ed Morris, 2019
(With apologies to Joyce Kilmer, author of Trees.)
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