The Ice Cream Story

by: Quinly Mar D. Omanglad

I am sweet
I am made very neat,
Sometimes I can be found on the store
There are times I am on the streets more,

I am made with sugar and milk
My sweetness will surely leave a kick,
I am mostly kept in fridge that’s why I’m cold
And in container I will be formed and mold,

Children smiles when they see me
Even adult can’t resist me,
On me their eyes are paste
They look very excited to taste,

Sometimes I can’t help to be sad
But I can’t be mad,
They didn’t finish me and I melt
But it’s okay because we never dealt,

Not all do love my sweetness, I know
Yet I will still spread me sweetness high and low,
Since that’s what I do best
And that excepts me among the rest,

Thank You for Stopping by!