Monday, October 11, 2004
Poetry Explosion
Pohsst namberr Fefty faohr (54 in bad Irish accent)
Ode to a Frooty Loopy
So sugary
without fruity goodness
tastebuds over excited with sweet sweet acid
Artificial colour to make my stomach churn
Sickly icing taste
makes me shudder
with sadness
for you are not as tasty
as fruit tingles.
Ode to a Coco Popp
Carob,
Malt,
Fudge.
Crunchy rice.
Makes noise,
Like a spoonful of bugs
being crushed
on the roof of my palette.
Milkshake taste;
Munchy vibrations.
Bouncing Yoyos
Frolic in the depths of my bowl.
Regurgitated Pudding flavour.
Playful bananas;
No bananas, today.
The creativeness seems to be coming out like an explosion of poetry in post atomic catostrphic waves.
Ode to a Frooty Loopy
So sugary
without fruity goodness
tastebuds over excited with sweet sweet acid
Artificial colour to make my stomach churn
Sickly icing taste
makes me shudder
with sadness
for you are not as tasty
as fruit tingles.
Ode to a Coco Popp
Carob,
Malt,
Fudge.
Crunchy rice.
Makes noise,
Like a spoonful of bugs
being crushed
on the roof of my palette.
Milkshake taste;
Munchy vibrations.
Bouncing Yoyos
Frolic in the depths of my bowl.
Regurgitated Pudding flavour.
Playful bananas;
No bananas, today.
The creativeness seems to be coming out like an explosion of poetry in post atomic catostrphic waves.
// posted by Sooki Monster @ 11:02 AM 
