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My Soda is Alive!

Poetry By: ShannonPrusak
Poetry


Funny poem about me spilling a soda on the table and telling mom that the soda is alive.


Submitted:Sep 17, 2012    Reads: 10    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


MY SODA IS ALIVE!

My soda was open.

My soda stood still.

My soda on the table,

Began to fall.

It fell on the table.

It made a big mess.

It wasn't my fault,

My soda is alive.

Mom looked at me.

She didn't believe.

My soda has a mind,

It fell by itself.

My mom started to yell.

She got really mad.

She didn't believe,

That my soda is alive.

I tried to grab the can.

It rolled away from my fingers.

Hissing and fizzing,

It was foaming at the mouth and rolled away.

The soda had managed to escape.

Hiding underneath the table cloth,

In every crack and crevice.

Look, my soda is breathing and moving, it's alive!

She cleaned off the table.

She put on a new table cloth.

She looked at me,

Like I was crazy.

It wasn't my fault.

I didn't do it.

My soda is alive,

That's my story and I'm sticking to it!





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