I scream

I cannot wait to eat it,

As cold as the first snowflake,

Tasty,

Appetizing,

Mouth-watering,

melting on my tongue,

curing my rumbling tummy.

I sit down and pick up my spoon,

It was melting, melting, melting.

Is it ice-cream on my tongue?

A hole in my tongue

Pop!

Ahh…!

By Alma