All the world’s a sundae
And all the men and women merely toppings
Marvelous to behold, yet irresistible to devour
The creation of which being seven stages

And so it begins, a cone
Rough in texture and simple in shape
It is the foundation on which all sugary goodness rests
A bulwark protecting from imminent dangers
Danger from spontaneous consumption

Then, the decadent ice cream makes its appearance
One, two, three scoops
Scoops as large as mountains, extending as far as the eye can see
As smooth as flowing silk and as cold as a wintry day
For it is the classic vanilla that reigns superior

Not soon enough, the chocolate syrup, rich in flavor, emerges
Oozing and dripping, it slowly cascades down
Enveloping the cone in all its heavenly glory
Covering the palms in a sticky monstrosity

Alas, the rainbow sprinkles
The pure manifestation of childlike joy
Necessary and essential for all sweet confectionary treats

And then the gummy bears
An explosion of irresistible fruity flavor permeates through the air
They are wizened by heat and time
Yet their plump appearance makes them simply huggable

Springing forth, whipped cream
Airy and light as a cloud from the heavens
Culminates in ultimate bliss, succulent to the taste buds

Last but not least, the cherry
The pinnacle of such innocent pleasure
Long awaited but glorious to observe
And now, like a powerful spell,
It commands to be devoured