Ice cream as accessory
might not occur to you or me,
but Emmy says in cone or float
it’s absolutely couture haute.
Happy National Ice Cream Day, dear reader!
With thanks to the anonymous photographer
and, of course, to Emmy.
Tag Archives: ice cream
Disconnections: September 10.18
Emmy wanted you to see
what a little girl she used to be,
how she would get all ice-cream-coned
before her skills were practice-honed.
Now that she’s a big girl of three,
she cones a lot more tidily,
avows, it should be here appended,
the ice cream facial is recommended.
My thanks to the unknown photographer
and to the photogenic Emmy.
Connections: May 4.18
A lather of spring pinks
foaming panoply
peppermint, strawberry, cherry
ice cream canopy.
Connections: January 23.17
Whenever I see soupy ice cream
I think of my two aunts
a CPA, a PhD
lifelong combatants
locking horns like sisters
in polysyllabic petard
as to whether ice cream’s better
softened or rock hard.
Connections: August 28
The rational being within us
when heat and humidity combine
demands we take proper action:
get out and stand in line
because
the muggier the air
the longer the queue
the better the vanilla
the caramel
the goo.
(That’s me on the left. I think the photographer got my good side.)
And yet more thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
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