Just Jello
Wiggly Wiggle
Oh but yes, there’s always room for jello!! Having a little fun today, join me if you please!!
were I a bowl of jello,
what flavor would I be?
cherry, strawberry, red raspberry,
or any of the three, none of which are uncommon to me!
I’d wiggle in the bowl,
and in your belly too,
you see, wiggling is all I really know how to do!!
so, let me entice your taste buds,
and sooth your belly too,
for I’m just a bowl of jello,
prepared especially for you!
About the Creator
Moe Radosevich
I am always touched when something I write touches another so if any of you my fellow creators have been touched thank you
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This was a wiggly fun poem! I loved it!
Nicely done.