My Ice Cream Is Melting
From the book The Elephant Repairman
My ice cream is melting
this hot sunny day.
I’m licking it quick but
it’s dribbling away.
My ice cream is melting.
It’s starting to drip
all over my fingers,
my chin, and my lip.
My ice cream is melting.
I can’t make it stop.
It’s hitting the ground with
a splash and a plop.
My ice cream has melted
and turned into ooze.
It was on a cone but
it’s now on my shoes.
— Kenn Nesbitt
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Reading Level: Grade 2
Topics: Food Poems, Seasonal Poems
Poetic Techniques: Assonance, Imagery, Narrative Poems, Onomatopoeia, Repetition
From the book The Elephant Repairman
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