I love Jiggity's! I say we turn this into a democracy and I vote him the winner! Ahem. Anyway, a poem you say? Oh dear...
Empty now, the cone rests in my palm;
a desecrated shell
and I don't want it.
The cone has been sucked dry,
the ice cream dribbled down my chin
with sticky saliva and I'm done.
I never liked the cone anyways.
I only ever wanted what's
inside.
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