O, that this too too decadent gelato would melt
Thaw and amount itself into a puddle!
Or that the Freezer had not fix’d
His scoop mixed both flavours! O God! God!
How gross, beastly, sickening, and distasteful,
Seem to me all the flavours of this parlor!
Ugh! No! ‘tis an expired tub,
That buries in the freezer; tubs sticky and dripping on the counter
Describes it barely. That it should come to this!
But twenty minutes gone: no, not so much, not twenty:
So skillful a scooper; that was, to this,
Ben and Jerry’s to a Carvel; so delightful to my tastebuds
That it might not allow the toppings of sundaes
Visit it’s bistro too much. Sorbet and milkshakes!
Must I recall? why, it would soften in my mouth,
As if increase of warmth had developed
By what it fueled on: and yet, within a minute-
Let me not reminisce on’t- Fade, thy name is sherbert!-
A light hour, or ere those tubs were foul
With which it pursue’d my barren tongue’s buds,