Gelato you are yummy
Gelato you are fine
Gelato you are tasty
Gelato you are mine
Gelato you are wonderful
Cold on a summer's day
Gelato you are marvelous
Like a Parisian café
Gelato you are kind
Gelato you are cool
Gelato you are icy
Gelato you make me drool
Author notes
I actually thought up the first stanza yesterday walking back home with gelato, then the raspberry part dripped onto my leg and cut my thoughts short as I looked down and saw a pink smear on my thigh.
Please tell me what you think
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I thought you might. The style reminds me of us in high school writing random poems to amuse each other.
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I wanted this poem to make a statement about gelato and how it brings out the inner child, in me at least. I may be the only one, but eating pistachio gelato instantly transports me back to when I was seven years old and had pistachio gelato for the first time, wandering through St. Mark's Square in Venice with my parents. The intention was for it to be childish so it could reflect that.
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I. Love. It.
Enough said.
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A/N: I tried looking for a gelato or ice cream background, but I couldn't find one. Butterflies seemed spring/summery enough to work for me.
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