Short Jello Poems
Short Jello Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Jello by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Jello by length and keyword.
White puffs of goodness.
Whip cream in love with jello.
Cold, jiggling flavor,
Topped with foaming nothingness,
Yielding to gel's surrender.
A man swallowed Jello shots
Then fell on some cooking pots
He was burnt and scolded
He fell against the wall
Looked like he was doing some squats
This man assumed he was hot
After swallowing a strong Jello shot
His head starts to spin
And he ran like the wind
Until he fell in a parking lot
when jelly is both jelly and wall
wall simultaneously wall and jelly
a point for nail to enter piercing, stall
lucidity inconceivable to a machiavelli
Sisters J E L L O cake madness
Illuminates smiles
Baked golden brown then cooled
Portholes jello jammed
Marshmellow skirting
Lip smacking
Good
I remember well when I’d had enough
Used to scream a lot, I thought I was tough
But now that I have mellowed
I’m as scary as jello
With the bark and the bite of a creampuff
There once was this fellow quite mellow
When he sat on a chair he jiggled like jello
Loved to indulge
Caused a big bulge
Round the middle of this real mellow fellow
There once was this fellow quite mellow
When he sat on a chair he jiggled like jello
Loved to indulge
Caused a very big bulge
Round the middle of this real mellow fellow
There once was this fellow quite mellow
When he sat on a couch he jiggled like jello
Loved to indulge
Caused a big bulge
Round the middle of this real mellow fellow
© Jack Ellison 2015
Jello days
Under unsure clouds.
Maybe a drop drops.
People ruin you and make you melt.
I am half machine and half soft warm things that leak.
Never mind cynicism and doubt.
Get real, y'all.
Someone is serving jello.
I never did like applesauce
And can’t stand either jello
Mushed up apples turn me off
And jello wiggles in my throat
I prefer to eat solid food
Crave that crunch or chew
What foods do you crave too
What does it say about you
So good at going through the motions
Lose my wits when im with you
You flush my cheeks
and grab my hand
Foggy eyes I fall for you
Twisted ankles you got me stationed
Here I'll stand
Just hold my hand
Jello heart
Salt and tangles
You got me here, my love in chambers
Locked up at ease just as you please
Green Jello with cottage cheese
Days of my youth
Unwritten law it has to be green
Or you cannot add the cottage cheese
Mom’s rule
Red Jello with bananas
Days of my youth
Unwritten law it has to be red
Or you cannot add the banana circles
Mom’s rule
Orange Jello with shredded carrots
Days of my youth
Unwritten law it has to be orange
Or you cannot add the shredded carrots
Mom’s rule
Hiya, howdy, hey, and hello.
Juggle jams and jiggle jello.
Jumping joyfully, and jolly,
try it in a tram or trolley.
Happy, hopping, silly stomping,
rollicking and rowdy romping,
bouncing, bubbly butterscotch,
hilarious, howling, hot hopscotch.
Lofty leaping, crazy creeping,
slipping, sliding, squawking, squeaking,
Care for cookies, candies, or cakes?
Such silly sounds, for heaven's sakes.
Take my name
deface it
make it taboo
break every letter in half
my last name too.
grab my middle name
laugh at it
throw it down stream!
make the alphabet forget
how it arranged to spell me.
my name is not me!
it does not explain my person
it labels me for labeling
and defines me by the surface.
a more simple version
would be
knowing each other by emotions.
but we left our shores
and started wars
lost compassion in the ocean.
Diamond of Jello
From my stool in the diner I watch
the old woman with elm tree arms
command the big booth in back
and roar for a menu,
take a half hour to read it
before placing her order.
Watching her eat, I realize
life for her is a dollop of whip cream,
a twirling ballerina, on a diamond of Jello.
I raise my water glass
in a silent toast. Bravo, I whisper.
I wish her good cheer.
Donal Mahoney
I can’t believe today that I broke my wrist!
And I can’t push the button for the cream that’s whipped
How am I to eat an ice cream sundae?
Without that white topping that brings it thunder
And what am I to do when I want some jello?
Cause on top of that dessert whip cream is stellar
Oh woe is me now that I broke my wrist!
I can’t get the cap off since it needs a twist
Maybe I can borrow you for this?
Then together we can dream of ice cream bliss
When mama made her famous green Jello dessert
We knew something big was about to happen to our family.
Sometimes it was company like Great-Grandma’s sister, Gert.
Other times it meant we were getting another baby.
Tonight we walked in and saw it and I saw Daddy look tough.
He probably is tired of children, sixteen is probably enough.
It’s not Gert again, is it? He asked with a weary long sigh.
Mama shook her head no and said “It’s your uncle Cy.”