My Ice Cream Is Melting

My Ice Cream Is Melting by Kenn Nesbitt

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.