Story Poems 1 Listening Page Skype Visits Younger Children

There’s ice cream in our freezer

     That’s sitting all alone.

It gently steals into your thoughts.

     You’d love one in a cone.

 

The ice cream’s taken from its home

     And the ice cream scoop appears.

It’s in my cone, then – oh – on the floor,

     And now there’s ice cream tears.

 

 

Copyright on all my poems

Josie's Voice Recording The Big Red Bus A Little Green Caterpillar Funny Page Heading - Cream Ice Cream Tears - Heading