it can melt in
your hand. You can
freeze it to preserve it. But
you’ll not savor

the flavor until it’s
unwrapped. The juices
run down the length
of your chin. You’ll

be holding a stick. I’ll hold mine
with a grin. I took it
out of the box, unwrapped it
and lick after lick **** myself

in blue raspberry bliss. I’ve brain
freeze and a blue tongue. But
flings can be flung/songs can be
sung. I’ll not be hung up in

a box. I’ll bleed my colors on
the wood, than stuck in a bag
labeled Hood!