The sad call of the ice cream man

The other night as I sat in the living room with the window open to let through a breeze that never came, a sad sound drifted between the curtains. At first I thought the ice cream man, delivering frozen treats after hours was perhaps trying his best to limit the familiar tones of which ice cream vans in England are synonymous.

But then the next day he was back, and this time a lot earlier…

Ice cream man
In your ice cream van
With your music so

A music box
on its last few turns
To let the people

Each note a tear
The pain I hear
As you try to crack a

The rain to blame
No sales again
The cash flow turned to



4 thoughts on “The sad call of the ice cream man

  1. Oh, such a sweet poem. It took me back to being a kid and anxiously waiting for the ice cream man to come. 🙂

  2. Peej says:

    It’s no fair, we haven’t seen an Ice Cream van in our burgh in YEARS 😦 – Still, it is what summer’s about…

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