Popsicle

August 10, 2011
By Tirion BRONZE, Cornelius, North Carolina
Tirion BRONZE, Cornelius, North Carolina
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Her face was alight in anticipation
She tried the frozen liquid
Her face puckered
As if she swallowed a lemon
And simultaneously poked herself in the eye
She gulped
Chanted, "I'm not picky"
Again she tasted
Her face twisted
"What kind of treat was that?"

The author's comments:
This poem was inspired by my breakfast popsicle.

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