Lollypop

Ice-lolly girl was much of a lover
her passion uncomparable towards all candy
for her there were no flavors left to discover
in matter of tastes they could call her a "dandy"

Up she went and down she came
there was not much more to say
than if there's something, alone, that's certain
no signs were needed on her worn-out way

the path she walked, step after step
up to the place she cherised well
Every one new in this matiere she was a hep
From wildberry to snowed chocolate, she knew them all so well
For ice cream was her passion
and, if you want to worry her mother
You could also say addiction
that was it, there was no other!

Once in may thw path was different
But not enough to fool expert eyes
the time for surpries had it's own strawberry scent
Would it'd been better if she had appriced?

The golden letters, the shiny colors
They all anounced this wasn't random
The sauce, the spices, the cream and the fruits
Everything needed on the sweetest puruit

Her eyes shined so bright
so watery, heart light
and then she went on the price would not mind
To get tho the ice-cream cup of her life

But when her pink grape lips would meet all those hopes
The taste was not comparable to that in her thoughts

There was a great dessert, in case you don't mind
You've sold all you'd got for a hope, then were fined.

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