ICE_ CREAM

Ice-cream my favourite dish
When I make a wish,
You bless me with vanilla
My favourite flavour,
I look brave,
When I eat you like a grave,
When the sun shines,
 My head bines,
I could put on my pink shorts,
And would spill ice cream,
On my white T-shirt,
The stain
Would be like dirt,
Ice cream, ice cream
I miss because it’s winter,
Even if I pour salt your
Flavour will always be vanilla.
It’s like you roar,
In my stomach every time I pass
In the store.