HELP!
-I’m drowning in a sea of orange Jell-O,
still holding an Oreo cookie,
screaming in Spanglish,
“Ayúdenme, pleese!
el Cookie Monster viene
y voy a ser su lunch!”
(In the background,
Boccherini’s Minuet in e Major.)
-The Rescue Squad arrives,
shaking pressurized cans of
Instant Whipped Cream
as they run…
-I see the danger and try to stop them,
“Wait!” I holler, but it’s too late…
-“Ready, aim, fire away!”
-The last words I hear are,
“Who’s got the cherry?”