The post where I describe ice cream

The bowl of ice cream sitting so innocently in front of me, is not so innocent.  It makes me want to eat it right now, but I must write first.  The name of this delicious fudge-swirl ice cream with chocolate sauce drizzled on top is 'Cape Cod Fudge Shop'.  My throat yearns for a little of this delicious food.  Now comes the taste, Dum-Dum-Dum.   Mmmmmm, it's delicious taste has me addicted to even licking the chocolate sauce off my lips.  Now another bite, it's smell and look draw my hand towards it as if I am in a trance.  It smells like solid happiness, but I will not touch it except for with my mouth.  My hands are not worthy enough to touch it.  Mmm, my taste buds thank me as I shovel spoonful after spoonful into my mouth.  Choc-o-late, my taste buds scream as a piece of solid fudge goes into my pie, I mean ice cream hole.  Now, I am running low on my full bowl.  I must-must-must savor it slowly, but I cannot, it is impossible.  Now, as quickly as it came, it has disappeared.  Nooooo, I think, my fudge :(   Knowing me, my lips are probably dressed with chocolate.  Now, looking at that empty glass bowl with melted ice cream scraps still in it, I feel a wave of extreme, sincere sadness and excitement wash over me.  I have decided why people pray to God.  It is to beg him to give us some more of the food of the gods: CHOCOLATE!!!!!!  The reason I'm sad is 'cause there's no more!