ICE CREAM ROUNDABOUT
Chased by a hornet
as I clasp my cornet
by its crunchy sides
where the ice cream glides
as it melts in the sun
as I try to run
away from the hornet
as I clasp my cornet
by its crunchy sides
where the ice cream glides
as it melts in the sun …..
…..aw to hell with it
I’ve got ice cream all down my shirt.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This started off somewhere as part of a fusion poem but with a bit of tinkering here it is represented. Plus another of my gnome cartoons. hope you like them both.
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Comments7
Good write and yes i have been there. Like the cartoon as well, seems like a dangerous occupation to me.
A fine write and pic M.
Yes, that can happen, Michael. Bad luck. Good write and cartoon.
Ha ha.. brilliant Michael
This is me all over...
My kinda poem
Grease spots on trousers - that's me - just put another pair in the wash.
Very Droll MICHAEL ~ cartoon and icicle. You describe the willfulness of the cornet perfectly but much more fun than a TUB ! In the CUBAN hotels they had cones ~especially of the BRITS long live Raul Castro ! BRIAN
It's getting the last bits out of the bottom of the cornet that I love .
Cute presentation, made me smile. A good way to start a day!
Glad you liked it Louis
Love it! Besides, it's only good if you get in on you.
I could do with one now but my waistline couldn't!!
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