For some reason I felt a need to steal from The Raven:

(Poe chooses some very odd rhyming/assonance patterns, I noticed while attempting to mimic them...)

Once upon a summer dreary; while I tidied, hot and weary,

Each inferno of a room worse than the one before,

While I sweated, liquid pooling, cat outstretched and collie drooling

There came a gay song, drifting through my backyard door;

"'Tis some boom box," I muttered, "blasting through my open door;

Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, I should have been more wary, in this cruelly harsh January,

Each separate buzzing blowfly vexing me to the core.

Eagerly for rain I waited; tongue dried out and breath abated,

So distant I am from the Winter, the Winter that I adore.

Oh, the gentle chill breeze and dark clouds we had before,

Seem gone from here forevermore.

Presently the song grew stronger; 'twas clear I could ignore no longer,

Then thrilled me -- filled me with hungers felt oft before;

'Twas the song, a childhood ditty, a song I knew well, 

Indeed, known throughout the city; repeating as if in endless encore,

I hummed the tune, it was a pity -- I had no coins in the kitty

So I stood and gazed mournfully through my open door.

Presently my will grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

I searched throughout my pockets for coins that they might store;

A fistful of dollars found, I swiftly swiveled 'round,

But the sound, the sound coming from my open door

There was nought but empty silence - here I look'd outside the door;--

Blowflies there, and nothing more.

And the Van, never seen, seems like a dream, like a dream

Iced treats lost, knees weaken and I collapse unto the floor;

And instead of sweet rain drizzling all I hear's my garden sizzling,

And the water in my body evaporates, leaves through ev'ry pore,

And my hope for some solution, driven hence and delivered to my door

Shall be answered -- nevermore!

Short version: The ice cream truck did not come by my street today :(