Neapolitan night snack

Down in the kitchen, it whispered to me.
Polar iced milk smoothly talking.
Its vanilla kiss fills your sensations and
Whisper a sweet promise of delight.
Creamy flavors embrace your tongue,
a symphony of sweetness.

Vanilla ice cream, calling to you.


In the sweet tub there, it lay filled like the club.
A flavor slated for greatness.
The king to an iced queen.
A chocolate mud bath delight.
An opposite to white it strives.
Chocolate ice cream, calling to you.


A frozen yogurt satisfaction colors pure and simple
Red as roses, the taste of a beautifully seeded triangle.
A third of the elemental flavors
A garden-picked pleasure falls towards your tongue.
An enchanted anchor tugs you down.
Strawberry ice cream, calling to you.