Here comes the ice cream truck,
I hear the ditty on the breeze.
A hundred kids running amok,
Give me a quarter please.
Popsicle, popsicle, I need a popsicle,
Something creamy for my tonsicles.
Ice cream sandwiches, Klondike bars,
See the street fill up with imps.
Running heedless of the many cars,
Screaming like a bunch of chimps.
Popsicle, popsicle, I need a popsicle,
Something to tickle my tonsicles.
Ice cream cones, and rainbow pushups,
A heavenly situation.
Blue and green with orange tops,
So many sherbet combinations.
Mr. popsicle man, Mr. popsicle man,
Give me a popsicle quick as you can.
You know I really like this poem- it makes me think of early summer when everything is fresh and new-it is a very happy poem- I love it! Just to add- you do very well with rhyme- in my opinion that is a real gift- keep up the good work! ! Claudia
You know I really like this poem- it makes me think of early summer when everything is fresh and new-it is a very happy poem- I love it! Just to add- you do very well with rhyme- in my opinion that is a real gift- keep up the good work! ! Claudia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This really does give me cause to recall the simple days when I was a mere boy, thoroughly enjoying life just as it came to me. Thanks for the memory Juan.