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.