The Colander of America

Our flag is made from fresh, pure cream of white,

Strawberries of red, and Jello blue;

With it American cheese shows its might:

The country savors not unlike beef stew.

Our mighty hot dog now shall seize the day,

Slap mustard on itself, and fight so brave;

The apple pie also enters the fray

For our dear Rocket Pop-type flag to save.

And yet, a moldy underside remains,

As Cheerios under our feet are smashed;

The blood of cranberry juice surely flows,

And my hopes for America are dashed.

         Thus my emotions when the flag’s unfurled,

         Like chocolate and vanilla pudding swirled.

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