Ice Baby
Ice Baby
By Mariah Boone
Walking across the H-E-B parking lot
Cradling a bag of ice across my abdomen
(to pour into the cooler in the trunk en route to the island)
I think maybe I will just take up raising ice-bag babies
They are such a comfort to you in June and July
And they melt quickly, becoming no trouble at all.
Walking across the H-E-B parking lot
Cradling a bag of ice across my abdomen
(to pour into the cooler in the trunk en route to the island)
I think maybe I will just take up raising ice-bag babies
They are such a comfort to you in June and July
And they melt quickly, becoming no trouble at all.
Posted by Annmarie at 2/4/2012 1:53 AM 
Categories: today's words
Tags: Mariah Boone ice babies troubles
Categories: today's words
Tags: Mariah Boone ice babies troubles
This poem made me smile. I could really tune it to my life-- nice. Others will do that with the poem -- good work.
Thank you.
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Hahaha! Tee-hee! I LOVE it!
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Definitely fun!
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Cute!
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