While my soul feels super glad,
The heat inside and outside,
Makes me want to hide,
The Ibaco server looked at me like I was mad,
For as mentioned before, too many scoops have been had,
Just as he'd settle into serving the next customer,
My son and I would attack the counter like two road-runners,
Spoon in my hand,
And icecream smeared on his face like a baby vampire, together we looked like an uncouth band,
Cup and after cup,
Without pausing once to hiccup,
We became rabid icecream eating animals,
The most ferocious land mammal,
Too many icecream flavours have been had,
My soul definitely feels super glad.
