Ice cream man

I am the ice cream man, I sell ice cream,

In exchange for a child's blood curdling scream,

I masturbate to the twinkle in their eye at the jingle of my van,

A herd of untouched virgins flock to the ice cream man,

The ice cream menu has varied flavors to suit varied tastes,

But no more delicious than the sight of their eyes so precious and tongues so chaste,

If your feet are blistered or you're scalding in a tan,

The ice cream man invites you into his ice cream van,

If the sea water stings your eyes or your crotch is full of sand,

The ice cream man invites boys and girls everywhere into his ice cream van,

Little ladies wearing eyes bluer than the sky and lips scented with strawberry,

And little not-so-wise men struggle in vein as the Chloroform makes them weary,

Buried beneath layers of frigid ice, their severed tongues scream,

But onto deaf ears because I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!