Bury My Head In Ice Cream

ice cream, poetry, stress, humor, Modern PhilosopherBeing of unsound mind

And extremely

Stressed body,

I hereby declare

That I wish

To be buried

In ice cream.

That might not be

A typical

Last request,

But at the moment,

It’s exactly

What I need.

Truth be told,


I could

Think of today,

When I was

Finally able

To clear

My cluttered mind

Of stressful thoughts,

Was going home

And burying

My head

In a giant bowl

Of ice cream.

Didn’t care

About the flavor.

There just needed

To be

An abundance.

To say

I was stressed,

Would be

Like Saying


Is a

Bad President.

When the dark clouds

Come for me,

And the storm

Prepares to strike,

Ice cream


My umbrella.

It might not

Be able

To stop the rain,

But it can keep

My head dry

While I eat.

Comfort food

Is a terror

On my waistline,

But tell that

To the vein


Like a

Time bomb

In my forehead.


My head

In ice cream


It explodes!

Ask not

What you

Can do

To make

It better.

Just ask

What toppings

I want

On my

Ice cream.



With stress


But my way,

Face first

Into a

Bottomless bowl

Of ice cream,

Is the right way.

About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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13 Responses to Bury My Head In Ice Cream

  1. Ashana M says:

    Allergic to dairy, but I am eating a popsicle right now.

  2. ksbeth says:

    i sat jump in, you could have much worse ways to deal with stress –

  3. grannyK says:

    I am the same way! Go for the ice cream!

  4. I was more of a depression eater than a stress eater. Stress ruins my appetite.

  5. The Hook says:

    Ice cream?
    I’m cold enough as it is!

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