My dear old kool-aid sour yet oh so tasty
sweet at the same time, all those lusciously
different flavors can hopefully one day be mine.
You brighten up my darkest days, with you bright lemon
and oranges ways, I want very much for you to stick around
cause maybe one day you'll be the right flavor I was
searching for, but didn't know I had already found.
You have a very sweet side to also, with that
jamin fruit punch and your jumpin black cherry,
now all you need is the right slamin strawberry.
Now kool-aid if you ever need a shot of sugar to
make you a bit sweeta, don't worry believe me I
won't hesitate to be there in a hurry.
And when you feel as if the kool-aid sprit is
no moe, you can call ms. sugar and she will
be there, with your sweet and sour pink
lemonade and you'll be ready to go.
OMG, I wrote this poem so many years ago, but still thought I would share it.
ReplyDeleteFantastic metaphor! I love it (and I love kool-aid, lol)!
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