my poetic zenith

I wrote this poem in 5th grade and somehow I still remember all the words:

It tastes so good on a warm summer day
it slowly melts from the sun's bright rays
So cold it gives me a chill
More? I don't think I will
for one scoop of ice cream is enough for today.

Obviously I was a big believer in poetic license because really, what 11 year old would turn down a second scoop of ice cream?