Alan DeCara Poems

I'd like one
Scoop of ice cream i a cone.

It won't taste nasty
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Apple cinnamon,
Bluberry cruch,
Cookies 'n cream,
Dough, chicilate chip cookie that is,
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The lunch ladies say that
I suffer from cybophobia.
'What's that? ' I ask.
'Why don't you look it up! '
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Happy Land has a lazy staff
And a nasty baby trap.
Tangy tart jam and candy clams-nasty!
Math tag and an add man band stank.
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Can you here the noise in my head?

The screeching of my fear.
The splat of my tears of sadness.
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Did you hear the sounds of my house?

A thump-thump-thump-thump in the wall.
A rappity-rap-rap-rap on the bedside table.
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Let's go on this ride!
This ride does a loop-the-loop!
Real fast and real fun.
Your adrenaline speeds up!
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