Hello Jello, how are you? <br />It’s cold in here, I’m turning blue <br /> <br />But aren’t you happy, as they say? <br />You laugh and jiggle on your way? <br /> <br />Not so! You see I’m molded fast <br />I’m stored upon this shelf to last <br />And I will tell you my complaint <br />Would you embrace this chilled restraint? <br />You never saw – it’s plain to see <br />That jiggle’s all I’m free to be <br /> <br />Well since we’re friends, I won’t preach <br />But buck up now. It’s each to each <br />There’s worse for you than behind the door <br />It’s warm out here. You’d coat the floor <br />You’d spill your bowl. You’d exit high <br />You’d roll up, out and into sky <br />Then splatter to the ground below <br />And … I’d be covered head to toe <br />Then all that would remain of you <br />‘s a big orange puddle of sticky goo <br /> <br />So count your blessings, Mr. Jello <br />Your jiggle’s jolly, your manner mellow <br />Your sweetest nature is your call <br />You’re true delight to one and all <br /> <br />And Jello never spoke a word <br />Was all my talking overheard?<br /><br />Tom Courtney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hello-jello/
