I sit in the dusk. I am all alone.
Enter a child and an ice-cream cone.
A parent is easily beguiled
By sight of this coniferous child.
The friendly embers warmer gleam,
The cone begins to drip ice cream.
Cones are composed of many a vitamin.
My lap is not the place to bitamin.
Although my raiment is not chinchilla,
I flinch to see it become vanilla.
Coniferous child, when vanilla melts
I’d rather it melted somewhere else.
Exit child with remains of cone.
I sit in the dusk. I am all alone,
Muttering spells like an angry Druid,
Alone, in the dusk, with the cleaning fluid.
Notes: The word ‘bitamin’ is a nonsense word intended to rhyme with ‘vitamin’ – in the traditional pronunciation, the ‘vit’ part would rhyme with ‘bite’. This is because vitamin is short for ‘vital amine’
Coniferous refers to something which bears cones – normally it’s trees which are coniferous, bearing cones:
I hope you enjoyed this poem with notes!
Lis Goodwin, your voice coach