Jello

Jello is a mellow way of filling up a tub A smashing way of chilling up an ordinary scrub The jello is a fellow’s way of doing something new A rock and roll adventure in a musical revue I chose to pose in jello when I thought that it was keen To render my devotion to the swinging singles scene I played around and partied in my polyester clothes But gentlemen in jello cannot kneel to propose I trembled in my jello with a universal wish For peace and understanding in a human petri dish I thought about the acrobats who never made the flip Of bouncing on my jello with a bowl of dairy whip The quality of jello with a cello for a choice Will make a happy fellow when you bellow with your voice The jello is a fellow’s way of making something stick A merry new adventure with a momentary flick I love to squish my jello with a hello every day Nothing could be mellow in a more peculiar way Remember, kindly fellow, when your jello mix is blue That ladies love to bellow in a jello fix for two. Written and submitted May 18, 2022, to A Merger With Food poetry contest Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg