Ice cream lickers

I counted them all
They fit on one hand-
Soon though they came in packs
No longer could I count the with my fingers-
Or toes
They came bearing bundles of brightly coloured swatches
Gaudy mismatched colours that polluted the serenity of the moment
Voices loud inconsiderate and ignorant
They came laden with bottles-mistook this for a dingy drinking hole
They drank like they'd never had a drink before and once done they left-
Strewn and strayed
Dirty refuse
All for a single days pleasure