We Made a Jelly, You and I
We made a jelly, you and I Mixed the powder with the boiling water And left it to set in the fridge. Truth be told, I didn’t really want any jelly, At least not right now, and honestly, Neither did you, I would imagine. Yet, here we are, you and I Standing, staring at the apparent Jelly that we have made.
So this, again, is the scenario. You and I, against Better judgement, Have taken it upon ourselves To make a jelly, With no intent on doing anything with it Nor any desire For the jelly, or any jelly in the first place. I know I’m repeating Myself, but I’m still trying to come to terms With the situation.
What do you want to do with the jelly? No. No, you have it. Well I don’t want it either. Well leaving it there won’t accomplish anything now, will it? It’s taking up too much space. Yes, I know it’s still small at the moment, so now is the perfect time to get it out of the fridge. I just really think we need to nip this jelly problem in the bud, because at the moment, all I can think about is this fucking jelly.
Fuck it, I’ll get rid of it Myself. I’ll just pull it out the fridge, And just get rid of it. Out of sight Out of mind. I’ll just crush the bloody thing up Into a million tiny pieces. That’ll do it. Then it’ll be gone for good. And neither of us has to Say a single word About this jelly Business Again.