the cincinatti sorbet
Truthfully, I went down to the Ice Cream Parlor after a hot discussion
with the general about war.
Oh, what a thing!
Two strawberry scoops, thirty two thousand troops, don't forget the
sprinkles when woman and child are singled. Knives, boots, and guns never
killed anyone, but then again, ice cream without fudge ain't no fun.
Restful pause to enjoy my treat, sign a treaty with frozen
confectionaries, to never again nuke their sorbet hills. Borders and cities,
serve like cups and cones, screams and moans let free.
Oh Mister!
Could I get some more whipped cream please?
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