You are the impossibility   

of lava hardening into ice.

You are a fruity 

        drink 

  going 

down

my 

throat.

You are a Friday 

      because 

 its a weak end after

     school.

You are a delicious ice cream

               Dr

                  I

                  Pp

                   Ing

 on the sandy beach.

You are a soft tasty cotton candy

            like clouds.

You are satisfying bubble rap popping under my odorous feet.