I woof, you scream
We all want ice cream
Cold and creamy
Vanilla is dreamy

Culina has the best
On this I would not jest
Fluffy and white
They make vanilla just right

I woof, you scream
We all want ice cream
Three scoops in a blue bowl
Its goodness fuels my soul

Nine dollars is the price I pay
On the patio chair is where I stay
And lap up my favorite food
Vanilla ice cream you never tasted so good.

A Poem by Bogart Kaplan