Sam, the Chocolate Ice Cream Cone

Sam, the chocolate ice cream cone's fate


Sam the chocolate ice cream cone
Was just an ice cream cone
In the Jackson County Fair.

In far off Medford, Oregon
It was a hot summer day
100 degrees F in the shade.

Sam the ice cream cone
Was happy
Just waiting for someone.

Preferably a young child to come by
And eat him, devouring his essence.
Enjoying his chocolate ice creaminess.

Sam was not mad
Sam was not sad
Sam did not feel bad,

He knew that it just
The operation of fate
That he would die,

To give pleasure
To human beings
On a hot summer day.

And he was okay
With that
Smiling,

waiting for the end
Soon to come,
The fate of all ice cream cones.

Sam the chocolate ice cream cone
Was just an ice cream cone
In the Jackson County Fair.

In far off Medford, Oregon
It was a hot summer day
100 degrees F in the shade.

Sam the ice cream cone
Was happy
Just waiting for someone.

Preferably a young child to come by
And eat him, devouring his essence,
Enjoying his chocolate ice creaminess.

Sam was not mad
Sam was not sad
Sam did not feel bad,

He knew that it just
The operation of fate
That he would die,

To give pleasure
To human beings
On a hot summer day.

And he was okay
With that
Smiling,

waiting for the end
Soon to come,
The fate of all ice cream cones.

NEW PROMPT DUE 15 hours 52 minutes 15 seconds
In honor of National Chocolate Ice Cream Day on June 7, write a STORY or POEM from the POV of a chocolate ice cream cone (meaning, the poem or story should be written in the "voice" of the chocolate ice cream cone).