Everyone crowd over here! We’ve got poetry!

It all began this morning. I woke up and showered, had a bit of breakfast, then sat at my computer. This is basically the way my day usually starts. I recieved an IM from my friend Paul. He was acting strange, as if something had happened. I could explain this all, but I wrote a limerick to describe it better.

Poor Paul Furler, didn’t know what to do.
His house was invaded by evil Pepsi Blue.
He tried to resist,
but it fizzled and fizzed,
and now my friend Paul is dead, boo hoo.

Alas it is true. My friend Paul has succumbed to the bottled poison that is Pepsi Blue. His last words were “Maybe it would be good if I mixed it with Code Red. Then it would be purple.”

Anyways, later that day I was walking about my house when I noticed a can. It was not my beloved Dr Pepper, nor my parents Diet Pepsi, which I only tolerate because they are my parents. No, what I saw was much much worse. I have also limericized the incident.

It happened to Paul yes, I’d no clue.
You’d never think it’d happen to you.
I was so naive.
I just want to leave,
Now my brothers drink Pepsi Blue.

It couldn’t possible be worse. There is Pepsi Blue in my house . Don’t let this happen to you. Spread the word, “Pepsi Blue is evil.” I can only lay in bed and pray that the hundreds of empty Dr Pepper cans on my floor will protect me. There is no way Pepsi Blue will enter my room. Farewell and goodluck, I hope to be alive tomorrow morning.