The Life Of an Ice Cream (Haiku Format)

Delight, then Sorrow

Melting, dripping, running down

Ice cream on my shoes.

Ice Cream (Clerihew)

I love to eat ice cream

It is always in my dream

When I picture how it melts

I knew how sad I felt.

No Money

“What flavor?” a voice asks.

I stared at all the colors.

They seem to form a rainbow,

Glowing and shining.

Time was passing.

The person’s smile was fading.

I had to make a choice.

My mind was racing.

I finally made my decision.

“Strawberry,” I finally said.

She scoops me a cone,

But when I reach in my pocket,

No money.