Frolicsome, merry, and shy, very shy was Mr Icy,
Wandering aloof from my fingertips.
Just as though associated with a wicked conspiracy,
Chilling down summer sips!

Engaged in icy combat against my nasty bruises,
He bestows upon me the promise of protection.
A marvel on sizzling cruises,
But a traitor on wintry inception.

Sadly, Mr Icy was ever so fragile and fleeting..
Frenzied near a burning stove,
Vulnerable to cracking and splitting,
Yet somehow exquisite in our treasure trove.

O, Mr Icy!
You now have shown me that not a soul is perfect,
That downs might be pricey,
And then ups shall reflect.