Ice Cream Mafia
Two little kids,
playing at their home.
They hear an ice cream truck,
promising tasty ice cream cones.
They jump up, elated,
grab their piggy banks.
Neighborhood kids line up outside
like soldiers in their ranks.
The bigger boys push forward,
obliviously selfish,
to stake their claim for creamy goodness,
horribly relentless.
The toddlers sob,
the kindergartners weep,
the glorified Ice Cream Truck
come screeching down the street.
The smaller kids sense it,
something isn't right.
They scatter to their homes.
The bullies stay to fight.
The door swings slowly open,
a hulking man steps out.
He raises an odd contraption,
he's the keeper of "the route".
The bullies' courage falters,
retreating footsteps pound.
They're much to slow, he fires the gun.
Brain Freezes all around.
This was the tale of the Ice Cream Mafia,
to believe it isn't easy.
Just don't be a bully, and beware the godfather,
"Mint Chocolate" Chip Bonadicci.
