My attempt to write a haiku about ice-cream obviously ate a few too many big macs
Sugar Fireworks
Vanilla feathers scooped freezer-fresh,
This silver spoon daintily gloved.
Milk armies flutter weakly against weary buds before the
Chocolate chips spin their arrow somersaults,
Baffling fluorescent dances dripping with sweetness.
Always a battle, never a fusion, or perhaps my tongue, numbed
With countless of both, can no longer tell.
Vanilla feathers scooped freezer-fresh,
This silver spoon daintily gloved.
Milk armies flutter weakly against weary buds before the
Chocolate chips spin their arrow somersaults,
Baffling fluorescent dances dripping with sweetness.
Always a battle, never a fusion, or perhaps my tongue, numbed
With countless of both, can no longer tell.
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Finds it wants, no, needs, ice cream
Give me some, now please!
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It's cookies and cream! I hope you like it! =P
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