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)