They say fruit loops are a food,
But I have to disagree.
Forever, and forever,
A fruit loop my sister will be.
Fruit loops are circle and fruity,
Well my sister is too.
Everything she says is a circle,
And fruity is all she knows how to do.
Fruit loops are also a bit loopy,
My sister fits that to an L.
If you met her you would understand,
But nevermind, It's not good to dwell.
Fruit loops are so colorful,
Big surprise, my sis it too.
If you just heard her speak,
Her words would stick like glue.
There are also many fruit loops,
With my sister, it's just words.
She never shuts up,
They just seem to run in herds.
As you can see fruit loops and sis,
Are one and the same,
It really is no joke,
She drives us all insane.
Author notes
The way to a mans heart is through his stomach... I chose option five by the way. Enjoy!
A contest entry
- Flavors To Savor by Angel With No Halo.
450 points, ended January 30, 2007, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Ehem! by Warrior-Eagle.
300 points, ended December 10, 2007, 11 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
It is a little TOO weird?
Comments
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So sweet, it's like a song to me, Your cute and lovely sister, Just so amazing, the heart and soul in this...
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i thought this was really sweet and i like the way you described her to fruit loops if i had to describe my sis using food i dont know what id use
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very very cute write. I never thought of comparing froot loops to a person in a poem.. though I have told people they were froot loops before.. LOL Great write. Thanks for entering. I do however need you to read the rules over really quick.. you are missing a little something in the Auth comments box!!
~Krys~
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Ohhh! Yea, thanks I didn't realize that... heh heh.
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