Slow and sweet the siren jingle
Brings about popsicle zombies
Brain freeze halts a generation
Mothers, sitters chained to action
Follow, follow, almost there
Rocket pops or dripping soft serve
Watch it melt your cash away
Unwashed cretin lords his fiefdom
Your servitude to wicked sno-cone
His laugh, his justice for the minute
Just another summer day.
©2011
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