Rocket-shaped popsicles that dyed your lips blue
were popular when I was a kid. That era got labeled
"the space age" in honor of some longed-for,
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Uh-oh. I have just been pillared, hung out to dry, scolded, and mocked... but I still like my No Sugar Added Fruit Cocktail. I think I will go embrace more tastelessness- for I am hooked on the anemic grapes and the pineapple chunks. Even so, this is a very very good poem, I said red-faced.
heheeh yes pale grapes, pineapple husk...all non marketable fruit parts sugared juice...hmmmm..yesterdays
I liked this poem because I think I understood it. Fruit cocktail is like that in my memory, but I liked it. The title could be Fruit Cocktails Secret Meaning. Rocket-shaped popsicles, and candy corn descriptions are unecessary. A poem that says something more profound about truth is Lorna Crozier's What the Snake Brings to the World.