'There's Always Room For Jell-O! ' - Poem by Linda Winchell
It's getting close to Thanksgiving Day time
And was thinking of some cookies to bake.
And just how big of a Turkey to cook
and what all to Mothers I'd take.
I found that recipe, for our famous Jell-O mold creation
it's been handed down, from generation to generation.
It has little marshmallows in the mix
fruit cocktail and nuts.
And it's really quite easy, of a concoction to fix.
I don't quite know how it got so fancy
Think it may have started out
with my Mom's Great Aunt Nancy?
I remember the Jell-O my mom use to make
it wasn't as fancy and needed nothing to bake.
She would boil some water, throw a flavored Jell-O in
and then she would let one of us kids, sit and stir while thin.
Then a cup of ice cubes was added to make it all set.
I remember the skin that would form on its top.
I still hear my Mother's voice yell, 'Leave that Jell-O alone
You'd better Just STOP! '
Then Jell-O pudding, the chocolate one was great
I would lick the spoon clean, I just couldn't wait!
I loved when a lump of chocolate pudding was found
I would dig at the bowls bottom, I would dig all around.
I would sing the Jell-O jingle as I lifted each filled spoon
It was really cute, a very catchy little tune.
While stuffed from dinner, I couldn't wait for desert
I was ready to bust, my tummy was ready to burst!
But I'll always remember what the advertisement said
'There is always room for Jell-O! '
Even after Mom's Thanksgiving Day spread!
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