When pacing the Street towards my old home,
I saw black smoke over Roofs being blown.
For the Ice Cream Van was aflame, Baking Hot!
As the Police were called they were soon on the Spot:
And preceded at once to lay out the Cones.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
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Clever word play with great rhyme that made for a fun read. I wonder if they served baked Alaska
Could do. Thank you for Reading 👍
You are most welcome Kevin
Kevin, this gave me a chuckle, my friend. 😄 There is something wonderfully British about an ice cream van going up in flames and the poem calmly observing the arrival of the cones. A fun little piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you for your message and Reading. 🧑🚒🔥🔥🍨🍨🚒🇺🇲🇬🇧
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