The Ice-cream Man ~ a Poem of Horror

The Ice-cream Man
Ice-cream anyone?

Introduction to The Ice-cream Man

I originally published this poem as Mr Sammy’s Torture Chamber on HubPages back in 2013. It got quite a response at the time I published it as it was much darker than anything else I had previously written. Since that time views have dropped off so I decided to re-publish it here under a new name, The Ice-Cream Man.

It was my first attempt at writing anything that wasn’t a love poem, children’s verse, or an inspirational piece. Since then I have diversified and intersperse my more light-hearted verse with something a little more confrontational. I hope you enjoy “The Ice-cream Man,” (or not.)


The Ice-cream Man

Narrow staircase
Leading down.
Old bomb shelter

Damp stone walls
And slimy floor,
One lone light bulb,
Padlocked door.

Hear the cries
Of tortured souls,
Whipped and beaten
In this hole.

Children missing,
And troubled teens.
Once brought here
They’re never seen.

Chained and hanging
From the walls,
No one hears
Their pleading calls.

Mr Sammy’s
Friendly manner,
Suits his job
As ice cream vendor.

Hides the evil
In his soul.
Cruel abuse
This devil’s goal.

The news reports,
And Facebook pleas.
‘Missing’ posters
Placed on trees.

Police announcement
On TV,
Advise the town
Of killing spree.

“Please stay calm,
No need to panic.
We’ll protect you
From the maniac.”

“Watch your children,
Lock your door.
Leave the rest
Up to the law.”

Mr Sammy
Drives his van
Up to the kerb.

‘Greensleeves’ announces
Ice-cream’s here.
Hungry customers
Soon appear.

He greets each person
With a grin.
Seems innocent
Of any sin.

But if one solitary child
Should approach his van alone,
The ice-cream man says, “Come on in,
And make your own ice cone.”

Then back to his torture chamber
Mr Sammy takes his prey.
Smiling as he contemplates
The games that he will play.

torture chamber
My Sammy’s torture chamber

John Hansen © 2013

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John Hansen

Longtime poet but not in the traditional technical sense. I enjoy rhyme but like to experiment and dabble in many different forms and maybe even make up some of my own. There is always a message or lesson I want to promote through my writing, for that reason, my poetry generally shies away from the abstract and obscure. After a lot of procrastinating I have finally self-published my first eBooks of poetry "I Laughed a Smile" and "On the Wings of Eagles" at Now I find myself branching out and experimenting with short fiction. I have also been fortunate to have two poems chosen to be made into songs and recorded. The first "On the Road to Kingdom Come" by Al Wordlaw, and the second, "If I Could Write a Love Poem" by award-winning Israeli/British singer Tally Koren. I am also finding my services increasingly in demand as a freelance writer and I have ghost-written the text for a number of children's books and educational tutorials. It has taken me many years of searching and restlessness to realise that my life's passion is to write. It saddens me that I wasted so many years not devoting to that, but thinking positively, the experiences gained over those years is now wonderful material for my stories and poems. I want to try to bring a new focus on poetry and try to make it appealing to a new generation of young people and those who thought they never liked or understood it before.

7 thoughts on “The Ice-cream Man ~ a Poem of Horror

  • May 10, 2020 at 8:52 AM

    Great rhyme and flow John. Very creepy ice cream man indeed. Nicely penned

  • May 10, 2020 at 9:11 PM

    Now I rank Ice Cream men right up there with creepy clowns – lol… thanks for destroying all my childhood myths…Great piece John.

    • May 10, 2020 at 11:13 PM

      I read a true story about an ice-cream man who did something similar prior to writing this. Yes, it is creepy Kurt, so sorry for destroying your childhood myths lol. Thanks for reading.

  • May 10, 2020 at 11:10 PM

    Thank you Paul. I am glad I am a grown up now so am not looking forward to hearing his tune as he comes up the road.

  • May 13, 2020 at 12:54 AM

    Good grief, John! A surprising and unexpected verse from you and I happen upon it just before going to bed. Maybe if I keep the light on …

    Great work that flows with perfect rhyme. Well done.

  • May 13, 2020 at 1:27 AM

    Thank you Phyllis. Sorry to creep you out at bed time though. Not the best time to choose to read this 🙂

  • June 2, 2020 at 8:18 PM

    I love how this poem does not hold back any punches. It is horrific and wonderful. Thank you John for sharing. Jamie


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