The Death of a Popsicle

Ladies and gentlemen, if I may

so say a few more words

about our friend, who met her end

when sat by famished birds:

She lived a spotlight life you see,

too sweet to be ignored,

that’s why through panegyric,

every cockroach states they’re floored.

A model in the making

when to Phoenix, she was sold-

betrayed by her own contract

when in contact with the cold.

The wrappers can’t believe their tears

for she had been their muse

as now without her presence,

their own labels likely lose.

Three cheers for our dear popsicle

who melted in the sun.

Our popstar in the making

gave the most iconic run.

-Amy Struthers

(Image by Erol Ahmed)


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