I REALLY DO NOT CARE FOR ICE CREAM.

I care not, one jot, for bloody ice cream.

At the top of my voice, I feel I could scream.

And banana split, is frankly shit.

Any interest at all? Not one bit.

I write tales of love and loss,

I write tales of love and loss, not sugary dross.

Though in hindsight, my hatred is quite extreme.