Jell-Os

The babysitter's little boy bit me. She suggested he was "jealous." Jell-Os sounded good. It seemed he got to be something that I wasn't, "the embodiment of Jell-Os," colorful and fun, and I was the inferior one to be picked on. Or maybe the babysitter meant that he thought I was Jell-Os, and that's why he bit me. Or perhaps she was making us a jiggly treat. I awaited to be served a variety of Jell-Os. Cherry, orange, grape, strawberry... Mmm! My stomach growled with eagerness... No Jell-Os came. My heart sank at the bitter feeling that others may have gotten some while I was without. (Based on a true story.) 7-16-2021

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Paula Goldsmith

Date: 5/31/2022 2:18:00 PM

I just found this "Wonderful/Creative" write. I wish you would write more. Have a great/blessed day writing away.......................

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 9/6/2021 11:24:00 AM

LOL…interesting fun! We are all jell-O’s sometimes and often must eat the colorful ways we think. God bless!

Michelle Faulkner

Date: 8/1/2021 2:39:00 PM

I am jealous of your jello's, that's something only a kid could think of (but I still like jello!)

Sandra Adams

Date: 7/21/2021 5:10:00 PM

love this fun and witty write.. not being bitten though, been there done that, not fun...as obviously you know :) hugs

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/18/2021 11:00:00 AM

I like how you made the two word plays come together. In the end, that "jell-Os" feeling of bitterness.

Quoth Theraven

Date: 7/17/2021 4:32:00 PM

Juliet, Perfect parfait in a poem. So sad no Jell-Os were forthcoming for you. -Richard

Juliet Ligon
Date: 7/17/2021 5:11:00 PM

Thanks, Richard. I was telling this story to my daughter and she found it amusing that I interpreted "jealous" as "Jell-Os" as a child, so now she asks if I'm "Jell-Os."