K came up with a great first line of a poem. The rest was inspired by watching the girls eat their dessert.
Popsicle melting
Strawberry drips.
Tastes so good
On my lips.
Cold and sweet treat
On a stick,
My tongue turns pink
With every lick.
Slowly, so slowly
My ice disappears.
If it falls on the ground
There will be tears.
A long time later
It is all done.
I look up, smile,
And want another one.
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