Oh how I’ve missed you,

Your taste on my lips.

Disease is what took you

four months on a slip.

With no more to give

And a sadness so much

I could barely live

without your savory touch.

Creamy in texture,

whiter than snow,

the most perfect mixture

one could ever bestow.

My fudge has been waiting,

months upon end.

Where do I put it?

but drizzled on your scooped head.

Your bell rung so loud,

the bell that is blue.

I have been worried sick

thinking about eating you.

Three people dead,

but what does it matter,

I tried to be mad

those feelings soon shattered.

At last you are back

the crowds are a frenzy

the sound of a crack

and your tub serves a plenty.

Oh Blue Bell I’ve missed you

I’ve missed you, oh so,

long held in virtue,

Now I may eat you in whole.