My Washington friends
Ask which is my favorite
Flavor of ice cream.
Only one says Truth, Justice,
And the American Way:
Superman ice cream!
A dream in red, blue … yellow.
Neapolitan
Explosion leaps mild mannered
Taste buds in a single bound!
They don’t believe that
Such a pureness of flavor
Would really exist.
Wikipedia confirms!
But only in Michigan.
Here’s the real truth, though:
I found the taste far too sweet.
Like the Man of Steel,
My love was the idea
Of the unattainable.
Note: this poem was inspired by this lovely, wistful piece about frozen yogurt. Cheers!
Rooktopia 