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Flying Raisins
Flying raisins are in the air,there are flying raisins everywhere
I see them flying all around, I see them landing on the ground
I wish they would just go away, but they’ll just come back another day
I see them flying in the sky, I see them getting in my pie
I see them walking on my cake, I see them in everything I make
I wish they would just go away, but they’ll just come back another day
I find them in my cookie dough, I don’t know why they just won’t go
I do not like them can’t you see, flying raisins are all over me!
I don’t know where they come from, I just want them to leave
There’s three or four more on my shirt, and two more on my sleeve
Then I saw the open box, sitting high upon the rack
I pulled it down then turned it around, it said, “ CAUTION “ on the back
It said, not for use in cooking, such as cookies, cakes or pies
For I thought I bought a box of raisins, but they were laboratory flies
Note: This was my very first poem that I ever put on a website and it turned out to be a wonderful thing to pick PoetrySoup. I was not sure what people would say about my poem. I didn't know if I could grab the attention of the reader, have them hold it to the end and give them a chuckle or a laugh. I am glad that I tried. People on the Soup liked it. I made many Friends. They gave me confidence to write more. So I did. And it made me a better writer.
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Roger Horsch
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