They are a saviours
On a boiling day
They are comforters
When our mind's astray
They're sweet and cold
So good, it's almost gold

Curled up into a ball
The flavours they have enthrall
From chocolate to strawberry
Its a ball of happiness, made from dairy!

But in the end
Though they make us happy
We feel guilty
Because quite simply
We become quite fat
And normally
The normally skinny person
Is distressed because of Ice-cream