Popsicle, oh I love you so
Juicy confection that leaves me tingle
Every bite savoured, that quenches my thirst
Even the sweet cold that makes my head tickle
Sweeping the fanciful freeze, and it goes away
Reminds me of love’s struggles a little
The euphoria, the pain that we welcome
Because there is no other way
On a heightened, hot and humid day
That quenches our thirst, and satiates us first.
drafted on 13 April 2011
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