Hello Jello Poem by Tom Courtney

Hello Jello, how are you?
It’s cold in here, I’m turning blue

But aren’t you happy, as they say?
You laugh and jiggle on your way?

Not so! You see I’m molded fast
I’m stored upon this shelf to last
And I will tell you my complaint
Would you embrace this chilled restraint?
You never saw – it’s plain to see
That jiggle’s all I’m free to be

Well since we’re friends, I won’t preach
But buck up now. It’s each to each
There’s worse for you than behind the door
It’s warm out here. You’d coat the floor
You’d spill your bowl. You’d exit high
You’d roll up, out and into sky
Then splatter to the ground below
And … I’d be covered head to toe
Then all that would remain of you
‘s a big orange puddle of sticky goo

So count your blessings, Mr. Jello
Your jiggle’s jolly, your manner mellow
Your sweetest nature is your call
You’re true delight to one and all

And Jello never spoke a word
Was all my talking overheard?