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

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

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."