The Ice Cream Story
I am made very neat,
Sometimes I can be found on the store
There are times I am on the streets more,
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,
Even adult can’t resist me,
On me their eyes are paste
They look very excited to taste,
But I can’t be mad,
They didn’t finish me and I melt
But it’s okay because we never dealt,
Yet I will still spread me sweetness high and low,
Since that’s what I do best
And that excepts me among the rest,
ikaw na ba ang ice cream sa ibabaw ng cone ko? HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Pwedi kaayo! HAHAHAHAHA
OMG Hahahahahah
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA TROLOLOL
nice poem!! 👏
Omg hahahaha ano to? ❤️❤️ Gkilig lage ko?
Charooot! HAHAHAHAHA!