El Soda-Pop Cid
is a mighty Kid!
and Warhol knows him quite well.
From the days of yore
in America mon,
right after a war
(oh just pick a war! any old war!)
el Cid turns into an icon.
Pop is the pop
you’ll like alot
turned anyway around.
A jingle will tingle,
make the masses all mingle,
and drink all that soda-pop down.
So drink all that Cola
whilst we make our moola,
get rich! get famous! — Renown!
Pop-art or Op-art
in a Soda-pop can,
something goes belly-flop
and fizzles right out:
A mass-oriented Pop-Art Ican.
©Marvin Loyd Welborn 2011
haha love the word play in Ican at the end…a fun one…pick any old war is a nice line, and true that…with the designs of some of these cans they are def art…and seen a few artistic representations as well that certainly wowed…
i added your like to dverse…
This is just brilliant…the rhyming, the allusions to Warhol, commercialism, the era. You really bottled it all up in the soda can. Thanks for joining!
smiles – so you went for coke as well..love the beat and the wordplay in this..thanks for the smile..
this is fun,
glad to read your upbeat mood.
have a great Sunday.
Fun popping write…like the jingle tingle of this pop cola ~
That went down very smooth, your words. Good work
Poptastic, thanks for playing!
I used to work for Pepsi, and I can tell you they take pop very seriously. It’s a little scary, in fact. Many meetings about trying to change the world from Coke to Pepsi. World domination indeed.
this was a lot of fun to read 🙂
Great wordplay and a contagious rhythm, much like the jingles you speak of. Love the “pick any old war” line. Much enjoyed!
Great word play in last line. Well written and I enjoyed reading here.
Perceptive, well constructed and so totally relevant.
lol – so clever, nice job!
Soda always made me BURRP! Beer also! So I had to settle for something which would be agreeable to my stomach. Yesssss! VODKA! Never a problem, always the ‘solution’ to my problems!!!
Thank for the pick-me-up, though, your style is VERY likeable! And thanks for your visit and kind word…
Great! It bubbles along in a stupendous fizz of verse.
Since I’m related to Pop,
my eyes stopped, and I clapped
for your galloping poem!