She Does So! <br /> <br />She'd always liked cones, in fact all things cylindrical. <br />Nothing though beat the cream-filled cats' tongues, <br />double-filled, of course and browned with real chocolate, <br />she'd slide it in her mouth, lips just reluctant but open enough <br />and used her tongue as the comptroller, guidance was needed. <br />As a child, it was the shocking cold of ice cream, vanilla, <br />later they offered strawberry with a bit of white, topping of sorts, <br />it melted on the back part of your tongue if you kept it from <br />slipping down the gullet, later, when her taste had changed, <br />she was reminded of her joyful years, topping was now the cream, <br />and she was one of the few who had practiced for so many moons, <br />which, it must be observed, went down the gurgler very well, all around.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-does-so/
