A small poem about how and why you should enjoy what you make or what was made for you.

Smootha, even coola then Big Red in yo kitchen.

Sweet as you make it. Pick your flava for you to savor.

Get it before its gone.

Your brotha or sista may want what was made for you.

No more koolaide in da cabinet. Now what are u supposed to do?

 

Copyright © 2011 by Lloyd Emery. All rights reserved.

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  • buenavida on Jan 5, 2011

    Describing your childhood? Great poem!

  • 1hopefulman on Jan 5, 2011

    Make some more koolaide man! lol

  • Razorwind on Jan 5, 2011

    Lol True, you could make more koolaide. Second chances are good.

  • Minister Marlene on Jan 6, 2011

    Lovely poem ! Me and my brother loved Kool-Aid as kids.

  • THEMADTYPER on Jan 7, 2011

    good job mr kool aide man

  • CHAN LEE PENG on Jan 7, 2011

    What are you supposed to do? Go out, and get some fresh air.

  • UncleSammy on Jan 7, 2011

    nice share, see around

  • Leonardo da Vinci E. on Jan 8, 2011

    Having a poem about koolaid myself I could not resist.

  • MountainGirl on Jan 9, 2011

    haha nice one, love it

  • Audrey Howitt on Jan 9, 2011

    Ok–so I love your writing!

  • Razorwind on Jan 9, 2011

    Thanks you guys. This means a lot.

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