Ice Cream Poem by Edward A. Morris

(with apologies to Joyce Kilmer, author of the poem "Trees")

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.