The Cereal Poet
Ode to a Cherry Jolly Rancher
From your wooden vessel I pluck you, gladly
Seeking out only your red rippling rosy flavorality
Deeper and deeper I thrust my hand to crinkle your
Transparent blanket, tickling crackling synapses
Until you can no longer resist me.
Eschewing all of your kin—
Watermelon, Grape, Green Apple, Raspberry—
None please me but you.
O cheery cherry confection!
O blithe rouge cerise, from what
Agricultural manager have you been harvested?
What proprietaire de ranch has stirred you to
Sugary crystalline perfection?
The bowl is still now.
You, unwrapped and I, rapt—
My mouth reels yet from your syrupy caress.
I would another, but we are spent from our sweet tryst.
Portcullised as I am, semi-dissolved and molar-lodged as you are,
My hungry maw must wait.
October 19th, 2007 at 2:21 pm
I cannot stop laughing and marveling at this poem.
The structure, the wording , the meter.
All of which make me long for a Jolly Rancher.
This is one of the funniest lines in my opinion:
When I first read the list of flavors, I read them with an extra comma between Green and Apple - making GREEN a flavor.