O, Blizzard, the petals to my rose.
Sweet Oreo mixed with vanilla cream,
Dollops of cookie dough mixed in between.
Fragrant aroma that tingles my nose.
My sweet dessert, the thing that always goes.
The sight of you makes me shout, pout, and scream,
The scrumptious flavor, it is but a dream.
Your melty insides drip between my toes.
Red spoon and all, your looks are ranked a ten.
Mini cup, small cup, middle cup, tall cup,
Any size works, the flavor does not change.
My oh my, you are much better than men.
Your looks never fail to bring me up.
There is no doubt that you are in my range.