On Hampstead Heath

He towers above me

In his van

The Ice Cream Man

Artificially tall

Elevated and looming
Pathetically small
I stand there choosing

From flavours like

A Wassup or

A Screwball

These are not 'Walls'

But a cheap imitation

In which they change just enough letters

To avoid a lawsuit

Hence

Magnum

Becomes

Maestro

And

Feast

Becomes

Festival

And though his sign says

You can't fake a flake

Make no mistake

He has