Summer is gone but all is not lost
Because in my freezer I still have freeze pops
I have hidden them in the back so none can see
My stash of frozen goodness all for me!
The children don't need to know that they exist
They would eat them all and I would be pissed
So I block them with frozen broccoli and peas
Then when everyone is in bed I consume with glee
Even in the dead of winter I will cherish these delights
Reminding me of summer and those warm sticky nights
The orange, the purple, the blue and the red
Colors not flavors excite my lovers in bed
Like scented candles and intense incense
Without my freeze pops sex makes no sense
They bring me to a world of long awaited bliss
When all is said and done there is that colorful stickiness
I will forever be indebted to my chilled tubes of fun
Frozen colored ice that melts to liquid in the sun
But despite the drawbacks of the obvious kind
I would gladly trade a steak for even the yellow kind
I love them so with all of my heart
More than looking for mousetraps in the dark
Inspired by my freeze pops hidden away so nicely
Thank you for the happiness with which you entice me
I think this is my favorite poem! I loved this one. The subject is silly, but I liked the rhythm I burst out laughing at "The children don't need to know that they exist They would eat them all and I would be pissed" Loved it.
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