Painting the ice-cream truck orange and black!!!
Chocolate and sherbet,my two favourite toppings.
Not a Terry's orange.Whos that knocking?
Although if frozen solid,I might give it a smack.
The neighbor below riding a broomstick,giving the ceiling a whack.
The cone sucks down all the yummy goodness.
My tongue extends to the delicious pit,devouring the gooey mess.
Not a cone of silence,a crunch that wakes the ears behind the wall.
My hand gripping the decadent cylinder,liquid joy dripping on my coveralls.