Vanilla and strawberry, some sprinkles, a flake.A much nicer ice cream you just couldn’t make.I wait for the jingling bells of delight,then i’de run to the van as it rolled into sight.It’s windows are packed with all manner of treats.From the softest of creams to it’s colourful sweets.A new fifty pence used to buy you…
Vanilla and strawberry, some sprinkles, a flake.
A much nicer ice cream you just couldn’t make.
I wait for the jingling bells of delight,
then i’de run to the van as it rolled into sight.
It’s windows are packed with all manner of treats.
From the softest of creams to it’s colourful sweets.
A new fifty pence used to buy you a dream
when those hot summers days would all stop for ice cream.
Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.
Dec247h 
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