Invasion

Join the ice cream army, as they head off to the coast

In the stationary traffic, they sit there and they roast

By the time that they arrive, the day is nearly done

Join the ice cream army as they race to catch some sun
.

Join the ice cream army, sitting safely on the sands

Lazing in their deckchairs with their cornets in their hands

Basking in the sunshine, laying like they’re dead

See the ice cream army, watch them all turn red
.

Join the ice cream army as they hurry home at night

In the stationary traffic with their skin no longer white

Glowing in the darkness like a red hot burning coal

Watch the ice cream army as the sunshine takes its toll
.

Join the ice cream army, on Mondays drive to town

In the stationary traffic, there’s no sign of turning brown

Flesh still glowing brightly, almost any movement hurts

Observe the ice cream army as they get their just desserts

© John W Fenn 04-06-2009