Ice cream

It was three-inch ice cream like dream.
There was an emperor to order to whip
A concupiscent curd to make fine cone.

First one was ice cream and you scream.
Everybody screamed and a  black gown
Decided no more of ice cream together.

A divorce would seem the fitting finale.
A second wedding called ice cream from
Emperors of ice cream, three inch high.

Horny on ice cream or a whipped curd?
No one is emperor except in ice cream.
Wedding or divorce, he whips a dream.

 

( Reference to ice cream is from Wallace Stevens poem The Emperor of Ice Cream, which is about a funeral. Unlike it, this poem is about a second wedding after divorce)

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