Ode to the Fruitastic Sugarblast

It's a new form of poetry. I call it notpoetry. This is a notpoem.

A sweet, tantalizing purple flavored drink.

 

Tasty treat. Tasty snack.

 

Flowing like water, but tasting like corn syrup!

 

A modern day miracle.

 

It creeps through the straw to be eagerly consumed

 

(By me)

 

Fruitastic sugarblast juiceboxes, I solute you!

 

[Do not use if you are pregnant or nursing. Keep away from eyes, face, and small children. Common side affects may include sudden faintness, nausea, itchiness of the skin, heart attack or stroke. Women over forty should consult a physician before consuming. Now contains 5% Natural Juices!*

 

*Natural Juices may vary]

 

Author's Note

It's all relative.

Is this really a poem?

Is the theme song to "Fists of Fury" really a song?

I don't know.

Reviews

[James Takeo Panton]

I don't know either at times.....but I like it!

[Touché Armada]

Kool aid,, lololololol, in this day and age, it's a poem, a witty one at that. Made me giggle, thank you.

[Y.F.]

This is definitely a poem, though as the creator you can define it any way you want.
As usual your work shows the unusual.
I like how you take ordinary things in your work, and make them extraordinary.
Long live the Fruitastic Sugarblast!