At the beach as a kid, I once tasted A flavor that left my palate quite wasted. Pork liver ice cream, it was, I declare, A strange concoction, beyond compare.

The texture was creamy, like any ice cream, But the taste was so odd, it felt like a dream. A hint of saltiness, with a meaty tang, A flavor that left my taste buds with a painful pang.

Despite the strange taste, I continued to eat, Savoring each bite in the summer heat. The sand between my toes, the sun on my skin, And the pork liver ice cream, a taste so thin.

Looking back now, it seems quite bizarre, But as a child, I didn't think too far. I was content with the novelty of it all, And the joy of being at the beach, having a ball.

So though the flavor may be strange indeed, It's a memory that I'll forever keep, Of a time in my life, carefree and wild, Where pork liver ice cream was the taste of a child.