I simply adore all kinds of ice creams.
They seem like they're made from sumptuous dreams:
From mint choc chip to mango and coffee;
From nut, rum and raisin to toffee;
From raspberry ripple to strawberry;
From plain vanilla to Tutti frutti.
And they are rather nice with cone and flake.
It's difficult to know which ones to take.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thayer's Pistachio was the one for me and after reading your sweetly written poem I might change my mind. A poem that brings back a lot of taste sensation memories as a kid, Dominic. ! 0++ and thanks for the mega-sweet memories.