Guest post from my friend Dennis Fritzinger, aka "Dennis the Poet" (dennisDOTfritzingerAThaasDOTberkeleyDOTedu).
stranded
nothing to eat but cake and pie;
cookies drop out of the sky
like coconuts--i wonder why.
i'm stranded on a dessert island.
nothing to drink but soda pop
and kool-aid, drop by drop by drop;
doesn't look like my sugar rush will stop--
i'm stranded on a dessert island.
frozen yogurt and ice cream,
kool-whip piled high as a dream
of clouds above a lemonade stream--
i'm stranded on a dessert island.
brownies, Christmas candy, fudge;
i've a layer of fat that just won't budge;
against that shipwreck i've a grudge--
i'm stranded on a dessert island.
