Jello, the Saddest Food

A Poem by kenny

Oh sweet, feeble jello,
the deliciousness that we all know,
why do you quiver?
it is not by cold you shiver.
always sitting patiently,
I will love the vehemently,
until you no longer shake,
but instead you will break,
the fragile cast that you hold,
Released and frighteningly bold.
You no longer wiggle about,
but now stand still and stout.
and then I eat you,
because you are jello.
and jello is for eating on thursdays in january.