
An ice cream memory
I am seven years old, On holiday with my parents. Mother has to go shopping Father and I have time to kill. We go to an ice cream shop, Order a “tutti fruiti” each. It comes in a tall glass With an equally long spoon. Scoops of ice cream Layered with strawberry jelly, And tinned fruit; Topped with whipped cream Drizzled with chocolate sauce, It … Continue reading An ice cream memory