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 How the Ice Cream Drips...
Little ones and ice cream cones
are a mess waiting it’s turn,
Yet, we give it to them anyway
when will we ever learn?
It seems as if it’s in their genes
to bite off the pointed tip,
Then it comes oozing down
steadily drip by drip.
It get smeared across their face
to the elbow it’s making it’s way,
This is one of the times
far from you they can not stay.
They turn it up to lick the tip
the top it goes plop,
We shake our head from side to side
and go for a rag and mop.
JRS © 8-17-01
The "Okie" Poet
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