In 1984, Ronald Reagan declared July National Ice Cream Month and the third Sunday in July as National Ice Cream Day.
What’s your favorite kind? Mine is really hard to find: I love tin roof sundae. I also like almond joy ice cream, maple walnut, and well—I’m just nuts about ice cream, I guess. Maybe I’m fooling myself a little, thinking well, if it has nuts in it, it’s kinda healthy, right? The same with candy bars; I really like the ones with nuts. Snickers, Chunky, Hershey’s with Almonds, Almond Joy, Payday—you get the picture.
So again, like with the blueberry poem problem, there are precious few poems that involve ice cream. There are some, but none of them were all that happy and joyous, like a maple creamee on a hot July day. Yes, I do stray from nuts occasionally.
If Pablo Neruda were still alive, perhaps he would write an Ode to Ice Cream. I found a slightly ice-cream-y poem by Wallace Stevens, “The Emperor of Ice Cream,” so that sort of counts, I guess. Though ice cream is not really the focus in the poem, but it is, at the least, mentioned!