The Color of Slush
Fair weather friend – that’s what you are
Y’all love me when I’m young and new
It’s age discrimination – pure and simple
Because I age fast, quickly changing my hue
But I really don’t change color at all
Cars and trucks leave their dirt and grit
Then smash me down and take away my air
And the midday sun makes me melt a bit
Well, I hate you for just hating my color
It’s not my consistency that chaps your ass
You’d like me if I was more like my cousins
Raspberry slushies are the privileged class
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Linked to dVerse Poets Pub — Poetics: True Colours?
So… let’s leave reality for awhile, slip out of our human bodies and become nothing but a color. Are you there? Great. Now write us a poem.
Fun!!
This poem just might make me embrace the slush which is soon to be my driveway after this storm. Thanks for that.
Brilliant! Loved the reference to the raspberry slushies!
I got a kick out of your slush. The salt in it keeps it from getting too crusty 😉
Gimme a glass of that stuff with a couple (or 3 or 5) shots of vodka & I’m good to go.
Very clever, and also very well written, Ron. I smiled through the entire reading.
Yours,
David
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Very cute — a bit angry (it is tough enduring the chaos that attaches to us), but fun to end with humor.
Haha, this made me smile Ron! Imagining the frustrations of much maligned slush!
Hahaha this is absolutely brilliant! The closing lines made my day 😀
I enjoyed your tongue in cheek piece here Ron. And yes, I prefer a bit of color in my slush — not picky… orange, red, green, blue, yellow — you choose the flavor.
Why not wax poetic about slush? Maybe the sparkle has left but not the attitude. 👏✨💯
Ah nice! A bit light hearted. And it’s good to support the underdog.
Well done! Yes, I do prefer the raspberry slushy to the slush on the highway!
Love this, Ron. Yummy looking raspberry slush!