Whirrr . . . the machine rumbles
Like a hungry belly
As it churns the ice cream.
Hot chocolate sauce boils on the stove,
Chocolate and vanilla in my bowl like piano keys.
It's mouth watering!
I can taste the luscious ice cream,
It feels like cotton.
As it slips down my throat
I
can
feel
it
trickle.
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