Popsicle
Blue butterflies hover around
Nets of memory sleep on the ground
Echo of cicadas summons
Curiosity of little punks
In a muggy summer
With camphor trees standing highly
By the pond
Waving chasing and shooting
Weapons of destruction
Manipulated dexterously
In the hands of angelic demons
Wishing to catch and torture
The queen of diamond
Dancing in the muddy air
Out of the blue
There comes a shout
Popsicle tasty popsicle
Arms drop heads turn
The mischievous mob disappears
Under a spell of the hawker
Cast via ice of sugar brown
Written by Jerski Bjorksen
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