Ice cream

In the heat of summer's blaze, so bright,

I sought a treat to quench my delight,

Amidst the sweltering, scorching rays,

Ice cream beckoned in its creamy ways.

A scoop of sweetness, cold and pure,

A taste of joy that would endure,

Velvety texture, melting slow,

In every lick, a memory would grow.

From creamy vanilla to chocolate swirl,

Each flavor, a dream unfurl,

Served in cones or cups so neat,

A childhood bliss, a summer treat.

With each bite, a rush of cool,

Soothing heat, like a magic tool,

Refreshing, revitalizing, oh so sweet,

In every spoonful, summer's heat defeat.

Memories swirl in every taste,

Of laughter, joy, and childhood's haste,

In ice cream's embrace, I found delight,

On hot summer days, a sweet respite.

So let us celebrate this simple pleasure,

A childhood snack, a cherished treasure,

For in its sweetness, we find a part,

Of summer days that linger in the heart.