Sample of the Ice Cream

Burr, burr
The flames are freezing cold.
Chatter, chatter
This oven red and smoking
never blow some warm breeze.
When my time is up all I feel
is the gangrene
From the chill iced hand.
The tears on thy cheeks
though stunned by your words.
My brain it
Ticks tocks
Boom!
I'm hurt that you were like that
that hurt the sting
Never again
But when we were young
All I want is that ice cream from your hand
when we were five