Apparently I've started a poetry competition in my apartment.

So Sarah told Laura that she could write better popsicle poem than Laura. I refuse to judge. Here's Sarah's poems. The first one rhymes. The second one "is deep."

Popsicle Delight
by Que Sera Sarah

Orange, yellow, blue
Colors everywhere
Red and green too
Sticky in my hair

Juicy, soft, bright
Frozen taste of sun
Don’t take a bite
Or it will soon be done

Sweet, drippy, cold
On a summer’s day
A flavor so bold
I could melt away

Runny, grand, wet
Finished just right
A treat you can’t forget
Popsicle delight!


Popsicle Delight

Orange, yellow, blue
Colors everywhere
Red and green too
Sticky in my hair

Juicy, soft, bright
Frozen taste of sun
Don’t take a bite
Or it will soon be done

Sweet, drippy, cold
On a summer’s day
A flavor so bold
I could melt away

Runny, grand, wet
Finished just right
A treat you can’t forget
Popsicle delight!


Popsicle
Also by Que Sera Sarah.

Bright
Out of its prison of white
Orange and red
Perhaps blue
But altogether too new
Too cold
The colors too bold

Sweet
The colors begin to slide
Your tongue they ride
All alive
The flavors they now can drive
Sublime
Swirling in its prime

Soft
Melting dullness starts to reign
The warmth can explain
Growing weak
It can’t be stopped; juices leak
Drip away
Stick falls where it may