High above the clouds, a
magnificent, giant rainbow
named Roy stretched across
the sky.
Unlike ordinary rainbows
made of light, Roy was made
entirely of delicious, fruity flavors!
His bright red stripe tasted like
sweet strawberries, while his orange
gleamed with zesty tangerine.
Children looked up with watering
mouths as the yellow stripe rained
down lemon- drops.
The bright green band tasted
like crisp sour apples, making
everyone twist up their faces.
Sailors on the blue ocean licked
the air, tasting waves of refreshing
blue raspberry slushy.
The deep purple stripe at the
very bottom wrapped the hills
in a rich, grape- jelly mist.
Birds loved flying through Roy,
coming out with feathers smelling
exactly like sweet watermelons.
Whenever the sun shone through
a light rain, Roy would host a giant,
sky- high taste test.
He was the most popular bridge
in the world, bringing delicious
smiles to everyone below.
Mommy, can we go to the corner store?
I’ve saved my allowance for two weeks.
I must have a hundred bucks, maybe more!
I want chocolates to fill my cheeks!
So, mommy, let’s go to the corner store!
Mommy, please take me to the corner store!
Don’t you need another pack of smokes?
They have blue slurpees galore
And I like the cups that have jokes.
C’mon mommy, to the corner store.
Mommy, did you read about the corner store?
They’ve made plans to tear it down!
We’d better go quick, before they lock the door!
Huh? Mommy, what’s wrong? Why the frown?
MOMMY GET UP! GET OFF THE FLOOR!
Oh look, there it is, the old corner store,
Where I used to go with my mom.
Strange that I can’t do that anymore.
I miss the taste of Blue Raspberry Bomb
I miss going with her to the corner store.
At the apple farm
Buying some blue raspberry apples
Cash in my pockets
Dying to eat the treat
Eventually, I'll break down
Following my mom
Getting my mouth watery
Hiding my drool was just hard
I stared at the candy
Just sitting there on the counter
Knowing that I had to wait makes me want to get closer
Limping towards the snack
Mother wasn't looking
Needing to scoop that sweet
Oh, how am I ever going to get it?
Protection was there on the apple
Quietly, I sneaked
Restlessly, I peeked
Stopping every five seconds
Tempting to eat the apple
Up into the air, I raised my hand
Vibrating cell phone disturbed my chance
With that
"Xanthans" destroyed my plan
Yawn in my mom's face, but still, I cannot get the treat now
Zillion ways it could have failed anyways
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