Awaiting for the scrumptious delight,
I sit by the counter of the icecream parlour, within sight
Questions lady, 'Which flavour would you like
Questions lady, 'Which flavour would you like I sigh, 'How about berrylike? '
She continues, ' Rasp berries or Blue berries?'
'I'd rather prefer strawberries?'
She asks , 'Sure! Ripe or sweet? '
I say , ' Sweet, because its a treat! '
Continues, ' For topings: Bunties or sprinkles?'
'Sprinkles, ' i presume. Looking at me, as her eye twinkles
I look behind, sitting girls; in a group
'Would you like a scoop'
'Yes, 2 scoops would work, ' i reply
Quickly, she passes by
Asking, 'Cup or cone?'
i say it to myself, cant she just leave me alone?
'Yes please, a cone!'
She keeps my mind blown,
And...finally she hands me my icecream cone, i feel that she really tortured me though
I guess those questions keep one slow!
Licking the icecream with my tongue, it gives me the coolness in crunch
I think thats it for my lunch!
Hi! This was a chat (rhyming) I made up. I hope you like it (because I wanted to try something different) if you want me to do it again, let me know! But tomorrow, I'll be posting a poem.