Ice Isn'T Cold Poem by Mai Ascot

Ice is meant to be cold, or so they say.

It's meant to freeze your fingers,
Beyond your gloves where they're supposed to stay warm.

It's meant to be on the tops of ponds,
So thick you can slip and slide and you shan't fall through it.

It's meant to be cold, is Ice, or so they say.
But in my experience, Ice is anything but cold.

In my experience, Ice is when you breathe in and the air that
travels to your chest is jumping and tingling, like you've swallowed a
small firecracker.

In my experience, Ice is the superhero and it has an evil nemisis called
Salt. In my opinion, Salt is copy of ice, still white and still powdery at the
edges when taken from the large hard lump from hence it came.

Ice is something that when you hold it, Ice numbs your fingers using
it's amazing magic, a smooth surface with seemingly no end.

Ice is not just simply nice, Ice is amazing, made of the snow, which is
made of the rain, and the Ice and the Snow (oh, the snow) is made
bu Khione, Goddess of Ice and Snow.

Snow is cold. Snow is what people mean when they say about 'Icy'
smiles and 'Icy' looks and 'Icy' behaviour and 'The Ice Queen'.

They THINK they mean Ice, but they really mean Snow. People. They
really just don't know.

Because, Ice isn't Cold.