isa kemmy

The ice cream

Started with an ice cream,

After class  at the side,

Then climbed to a hug,

A bond has given birth,

By a dead  bat,

 

He tried like a lion,

to make me spill it out,

But the beans i entangled, 

The ice cream melts

And the  topic was brushed,

 

Should I or not,

Choose to let it out,

That I wanted the ice,

Though life is cold,

With the cream too

To lighten  my mood