The Ice Cream Cone

Bought an ice cream cone the other day--it makes your mouth freeze,
Normally an enjoyable experience, the outdoor Kansas temp was over 100 degrees.
What normally is consumed slowly and is for most a delight,
Because of the hot weather--became a contest, and the fast melting a fright.
 
Instead of leisurely licking while considering other things,
I found myself feverishly lapping the white ice cream fissuring out the rings.
The DQ cone had been dipped in chocolate for added pleasure,
The new cracks in the chocolate gave many paths for the liquid white treasure.
 
I found myself totally challenged to get the ice cream into my mouth, not my lap,
Like filling ice cube trays and not being able to turn off a rusty tap.
 
Have you ever tried a common place event in unusual environments?
Like like trying to corral animals w/o the use of a fence?
 
I remember my son-in-law wanting to disconnect his van's gas tank,
A not too difficult task, but Kevin's van was in a garage surrounded by a snow bank.
The temp was minus freezing--I offered what tools I had to lend,
He soldiered on and a few hours later, his van on the mend.
 
Some things look too easy--consider pro baseball outfielders,
They casually trot over to catch the other team's bat wielders.
Why not put two guys from the batter's team to try to intercept?
Routine pop-ups would provide baseball fans with a whole new concept!
 
We live in a culture where sandwiches are so big it takes two hands,
We have parades on New Year's Day with who knows how many bands.
This poem catches some of my latest random thoughts,
Why don't you spend some time listing some of your wills or oughts?  
 
Dave Hale  Ottawa, Ks  7/12/12  Go get a cone!