🍏💥 "Ode to Sour Apple Smash"

by Gummy DeMarco, Rope Model / Snack Poet Laureate / Llama Liaison

They said it couldn’t be done

That no rope could taste like chaos and fun.

But I said, “Hold my snack,” and took a stand,

With apple in heart and rope in hand.

It hits like a zing from a flavor bazooka,

Like you kissed a Jolly Rancher... then married a hookah.

Sweet on the end, but tart in the start,

Like making out with a fruit cart.

It doesn’t whisper. It screams in green.

The boldest rope you’ve ever seen.

It’s citrus, it’s sass, it’s lips doing yoga

A snack-induced trip to downtown Alpena

No llama chewing. No goats in shades.

Just me, a dream, and edible upgrades.

It’s 200mg of legend in twisty form,

For rainy days or thunderstorm norm.

So if your taste buds feel ignored,

And life’s a snackless, flavorless board . . .

Grab the Smash, unwrap the myth,

And let your mouth say, “What even is this?”

Snack Bless, – Gummy DeMarco, Rope Model / Sour Strategist / Tang Tactician

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