strawberry whipped cream | poem

a silly nostalgia poem. enjoy!

I remember a few years ago

when I was rather young

we went to the state of Florida

and played for awhile in the sun.

Then my aunt showed me

inside the cold aisles of a store

a tub of pink whipped cream

I said it looked delicious and then said no more.

I think it was strawberry whipped cream

but I can’t be completely certain

if that memory is real or not

won’t stop my yearnin’

for strawberry whipped cream!

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