Ice Cream,oh Ice Cream,
I ate mountains of ice cream,
And now I am sick.
Her heart was gold,
she cared for us, strong and bold,
She told us to take a rest,
she sure tried her best!
She was nowhere near cold.
IDK what I should write for my poem,
it makes me think and itch.
Or maybe I should just use this,
oh yay now I have a poem!
The words IDK really do bring ideas sometimes.