Strawberry ice cream, no thank you,
I’d rather eat a pot of glue,
It turns my stomach just to smell,
It drags my mind straight into hell.
Strawberry ice cream, freeze my brain,
Dregs in the tub were my remains,
Chocolate eaten, vanilla chugged whole,
The spoon is empty like my bowl.
Strawberry ice cream, all that’s sweet,
Are things nobody wants to eat,
A chocolate on the days dad’s home,
Does surely make my taste buds roam.
Strawberry ice cream, roast spuds too,
I’m left with chops I cannot chew,
All for them and none for Sim,
Leaves adult me, a bingeing whim.
Strawberry ice cream, lies are thrown,
No chance back then, but now I’ve grown,
Stood on, hated, bullied worse,
But still I rise too break their curse.
© The Complicated Bunny – 30 Mar 2023
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