I am an Alpenliebe lollipop. Since my birth I've known myself as a branded lolly who is quite elite in the family of other lollipops. People call me Anti-boring pop and that really makes my day. It is bizarre to compete other chocolates but I am always ready. I can't think myself any less than anything or anyone. If I denounce myself, I won't make myself elite enough in my life. It is my life, I will do anything to make it large.
I know it is very ridiculous to have an aim for me. My life will end as soon as someone will start popping me.
I don't know why lollipops are always associated with children. I know children love to slurp us holding the stick but we're for all...at least I am for all. If elder ones pop candies day and night, if they bite choco balls all day long, they why not lollipops? This notion is changing slowly; some people now dare to slurp lollipops, but they're very less in number. I love to be pampered by elders.
I know I am nothing but a head and a stick tale, but I too have a story to tell. I was born by a branded Italian candy company. I was marketed after two months of my birth. My days on candy shop was so fine and fabulous. I used to live with other candies.
One day, a child bought me. It is more like his mom hose to give him a "me." I saw the child was quite busy to pop and slurp other candies. He didn't even put me on his candy box. I am a lollipop and I need to be needed. By this way, I started to spend my days. All the candies and chocolates were polished off from the box, but none cared to pop me. They thought, I'm too beautiful to be popped. They decided to keep me for ages.
One day, all on a sudden, a teen age girl decided to give me to her teeny weeny boyfriend. I witnesses the bonding made because of me. My cup of joy really overflowed that day. but the boy too, didn't love me enough to eat me. He kept it inside another box. It really made me gloomy and sadder.
Why didn't anyone eat me already? Am I that bad? Or am I too good? I don't know.
I know it is very ridiculous to have an aim for me. My life will end as soon as someone will start popping me.
I don't know why lollipops are always associated with children. I know children love to slurp us holding the stick but we're for all...at least I am for all. If elder ones pop candies day and night, if they bite choco balls all day long, they why not lollipops? This notion is changing slowly; some people now dare to slurp lollipops, but they're very less in number. I love to be pampered by elders.
I know I am nothing but a head and a stick tale, but I too have a story to tell. I was born by a branded Italian candy company. I was marketed after two months of my birth. My days on candy shop was so fine and fabulous. I used to live with other candies.
One day, a child bought me. It is more like his mom hose to give him a "me." I saw the child was quite busy to pop and slurp other candies. He didn't even put me on his candy box. I am a lollipop and I need to be needed. By this way, I started to spend my days. All the candies and chocolates were polished off from the box, but none cared to pop me. They thought, I'm too beautiful to be popped. They decided to keep me for ages.
One day, all on a sudden, a teen age girl decided to give me to her teeny weeny boyfriend. I witnesses the bonding made because of me. My cup of joy really overflowed that day. but the boy too, didn't love me enough to eat me. He kept it inside another box. It really made me gloomy and sadder.
Why didn't anyone eat me already? Am I that bad? Or am I too good? I don't know.
No comments:
Post a Comment