Friday, March 02, 2007
Ice cream - by Brian
I love ice cream,
And when I was a boy, I liked it even more.
Sometimes we used to have it for tea.
And Mum would say,
"If there's any left, you can take some to school."
And the next day, I would take it to school
All packed in a mini freezer.
Anyway, one night when I went to bed,
I woke up licking my lips.
My first action was to get out of bed
And avoid stepping on broken toys
I went past Mum and Dad's room,
Oh no! I mustn't step on that big, creaky floorboard.
And I can't jump over it - they'd hear me.
So I climb onto the rough banister.
Ow! A splinter!
But ice cream drives me on.
Down the stairs,
Six steps left.
Five, four, three, two, one.
Into the kitchen,
Is that the freezer?
I put my hand inside...
Ow! It's the oven!
I want to go back.
But I remember,
Ice cream is cold.
It will cure my burn.
I find the freezer,
I open it.
The ice cream!
It glows in the dark.
I take a spoonful.
Now this is true happiness.
I put the spoon into the kitchen sink.
I throw the ice cream up.
I go back up.
The next day, I change and go down to breakfast,
"Don't forget to take some ice cream!" says Mum,
Mum checks the freezer.
"Where's the ice cream?" "What's that on your head?"
Mum goes up to check the banister.
A piece of wood missing.
She comes down.
"No ice cream for a year."
Maybe tomorrow she'll forget about it.