The Snapple Company once made
A giant popsicle to be
Of the Guinness World Records grade,
And brought it to New York City.
Frozen kiwi-strawberry, it
Was erected in Union Square.
It was a hot June day, towit,
And quick melting did occur there.
Walkers did run for higher ground,
Caused a massive traffic jam stink.
All of the ice turned liquid bound,
Flooding the streets in rivers pink.
No world record set in this mess,
A sticky situation, yes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hilarious! Man is a short-sighted fool! For, I am shortsighted since twelve.