My life was simply empty,
I was a shell nothing more.
My tastebuds were so naive
so dull and tired of the same.
One day my mother came home,
with bags of goods galore.
From one of those brown bags,
a tub fell on the floor.
The label read Ice Cream.
A name I could not locate.
If only if I had realised,
how much it would change my fate.
I pulled off the lid,
the smell of vanilla filled the room.
I reached into the cutulry draw
and pulled out a large silver spoon.
Nervously I dipped it,
into the frozen liquid broth.
I brought the spoon unto my lips
for my first ever tasting.
By this time however,
my mouth was already salavating.
My mouth exploded with taste.
My taste buds had gone insane.
The soft vanilla ice cream
was surely to blame.
From then on I was addicted,
every trip to the store,
brought back another flavour,
and everytime I went back for me.
Mint, Strawberry, postachio.
Chocolate, double chocolate,
I simply had to know.
What they all tasted like.
Their flavours I could not comprehend.
But now I sit surrounded,
with an assortment of flavoured tubs.
I didn't find a new food,
a found my one and only love.
So, now raise your spoon skywards,
and speak only the truth.
We all love you Ice Cream,
Just like you knew we would.

Good job!