Oh how my days were so
..bland
Before u came in...
It would stay frozen of awhile in unhappy memories... But that would soon all melt away
Into tears of a widow...
Then when you arrived,
You swept me off my feet,
Took my ice days
And made them better,
More bearable,
With some sweet syrup!

Now those snowcone days are over,
Too much syrup,
Leaving me fat,
A constant reminder that you were there,
Marking your claimed territory.
Now I have too work to get rid of you and your sticky residue,
It will be hard,
But I hope it will be worth it.