An ice cream man has been found dead
Lying on the floor beneath a shelf
Covered with hundreds and thousands
Police say he may have topped himself.
About the Poem
American readers will need to know that we're in a land of ice cream cornets and that 'hundreds and thousands' are what you call 'sprinkles'. Other readers will be delighted to know that Mr Whippy R.I.P. is about as gory as the funny poems about death get.