Ice cream

A divorce would seem the fitting finale.
Second wedding called ice cream from
Emperors of ice cream, three inch high.

Horny on ice cream or a whipped curd?
No one is emperor except on ice cream.
Wedding or divorce, he whips a dream.

(Emperor of ice cream is an echo from Wallace Stevens’ poem by that title)

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