Lucas stood in the sun with a cup full of joy—
Chocolate swirls, his favorite toy!
But no spoon in sight, just a puddle of doom…
His ice cream was melting into sticky gloom!
Ohhh, where’s the spoon? The tiny silver friend?
Without it, the ice cream’s doomed to end!
He flipped through a book with dust and a sneeze—
And whispered a spell beneath the trees!
“WHY HAVE YOU SUMMONED ME, LITTLE HUMAN?!”
Azaroth appeared with horns and a grin,
Not scary—just silly with scales and a spin!
“A talking dessert? Now that’s my style!”
He zapped the ice cream with magical guile!
The ice cream cried out, “Hey, vendor, pay heed!
A spoon is a promise you mustn’t misdeed!
I melted for nothing—oh, what a crime!
Give Lucas his spoon… and 
free ice cream for time!”
“LINGUA GELATA, CUCULLA MINOR!
SPOONUS APPEARUS—NOW, AND NO MORE!”
The vendor turned pale, then laughed with a cheer,
“Free ice cream all summer—I meant it, my dear!”
Azaroth bowed with a wink and a flare,
“Use magic for good… and always share!”
So Lucas got spoons, and joy without end,
With chocolatey giggles around every bend!
And though he never called demons again,
He knew: small problems can have magic friends!
“…just don’t lose the spoon.”