Pink Ice cream.

Pink ice cream melting, running down on the outside floor. I wouldn't eat it, I know better than that, Its not safe. It makes you sick and then 'they' get you. I tried to tell them not to eat it, but they wouldn't listen. Sometimes there is chocolate ice cream, but mostly it is pink.
They get so excited when they see it, they never think about what is to come. But I do, I know what is to come. "They" take them inside now, but I'm not going, I haven't gone to sleep yet, so they will leave me for later when the others are resting. I tried to tell my sister not to eat it either, but she never listens. They took her inside too. They will be back for me when they are finished with the others. I will have to pay for not eating it, but I don't want to feel the way it makes me feel, I would rather put up with the pain. They hate me, I fight too hard. Not like the little ones who are two young and give in. I will never take it, I hate feeling that sick, I hate that ice cream and what it will do to me. They never let you go.
There is pink ice cream running down and melting on the outside floor. But I wont eat it, I know what it does. You cant make me. But I will pay.