Humorous poem about mushy ice cream.
My ice cream turned to mush.
It was a puddle in my bowl,
But it still looked good to eat.
So I scooped some up
And swallowed it down.
Mmm, it was nice and sweet.
But some of it dripped on my pants,
While more of it dripped on my shirt.
At least it was so delicious,
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And after all, a little stain never hurt.
ur poems are really humorous… u don eat an ice cream completely unless it drips in ur shirt.. 
… good 1 to read…
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