There is a place I
like to go,
built with the sweet things kids
love and know.
A gingerbread house all
aglow,
trees covered with ice cream instead
of snow.
Nestled there on strawberry
lane,
you can fly in on an ice cream sundae
plane.
Enjoy an ice cream cone in
flight,
sleeping on soft marshmallow pillows
at night.
Not far away are lollipop
trees,
filled in between with real pineapple
as leaves.
A lake of chocolate flows
nearby,
surrounded on all sides by lots of
Eskimo pies.
Gumdrop signal lights to
stop,
stop signs all shaped in the form of a
lollipop.
M’ and M’ candies on
patrol,
candy canes to assist you on your
daily stroll.
Just imagine the wonderful
sight,
kids enjoying every day an ice cream
delight.
Coconut covers the roof top,
hot
fudge flows down the mountain non
stop.
Caramel and butterscotch
doors,
bubble gum carpet covers each of the
floors.
A banana split clock on the
wall,
a nice chocolate bar banister so you
don’t fall.
Chairs made of soft ice
cream,
Ice Cream Island fulfills every
child’s dream.
Chocolate sprinkles instead of
sand,
a vanilla wafer runway for the plane to
land.
So dream a little while with
me,
fly over a big Neapolitan ice cream
filled sea.
Fasten your ice cream seat belt
tight,
have lots of fun; I hope you enjoyed
the flight.
© Brenda Sparkman
October 16, 2006
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