Mona has given the word, "crush" for this week.
Through lists of soda makers did I delve,
endlessly searching when I was twelve
for someone who had made the pop
that I considered to be the top,
the flavour that I wanted most.
I was just about to give up the ghost
and then my dad said I should write
to ask why this was out of sight.
"I'm diabetic for pity sake!
Is diet grape so hard to make?
Dr. Pepper comes sugar-free
I can't understand how THAT can be!
It tastes like medicine! How does it sell?
I'm sure Diet Grape would do as well!
Oh, can't you just give it a try?
You'll surely see that people buy
Thank you Crush, signed,
Yours in Hope
One month later the reply was, "NOPE,
We don't think it would be a hit
And on the shelves it would just sit
We couldn't risk the low demand
And hope that you will understand."
Signed, Mr. Crush.
....That #%@* schlepper!
Enclosed were coupons - Dr. Pepper!
*** Since I wrote the Crush Company, they have finally come out with Diet Grape Crush. The only catch is that you have to buy a whole case of 24 Rainbow Flavours, including Cream Soda, Orange etc. to get the 8 Grape but of course, I do it!
Do people actually like Dr. Pepper?!***
Labels: Diet Crush Grape, Poetry Friday