Triple decker double fudge.
Quadruple caramel topping.
When I go to the ice cream shop,
I keep the scoopers hopping.
Every flavor that exists,
and every topping too,
I make them pile on my cone
and then when they are through,
I take my ice cream cone outside
and gobble it real fast.
I have just one more thing to say...
I hope this sharp pain doesn't last.
(C) 1998, Arden Davidson
I am trying to find a publisher or agent
to represent any or all of the stories and poems
in "A Pocketful of Rhymes".
If you know anyone that can help, or have comments,
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