The Poem That Isn't About Ice Cream
Chocolate brickle cookie brown
It lifts you up when you are down.
A sunny peachy keen confection
Sunsets up your gray complexion.
Strawberry, with classic notes
Soothes even your sorest throats.
Cookie Dough will take you down
Click your heels all over town.
And yet some hold above the rest
A pure Vanilla as the best.
“It’s perfect,” they will say, “Because
No one hates it, there’s no cause.”
It’s simple, plain, and sweet, and so
Their opinion loud does grow.
But there is not a simple test
To determine who’s the best.
I hate to pop your camarilla:
No one’s favorite is Vanilla.