Sorry about the weird formatting. It doesn't seem to translate very well from my word program.
Note also: My Great Great Grandmother really was a Hershey, from Hershey Penn. And I really don't drink (or even like) diet coke, but it rhymes better than 'Sprite.' Here in the south, Diet coke is the absolutely most common beverage.
The
Diet-er
I have kisses in my bedroom,
Blisses
in my car
I
keep Snickers in my kitchen
Jellies
in a jar
Russell
Stover is my boyfriend,
Grandma
was a See
Jolly
Rancher is my husband
Grandpa’s
a Hershey
I
eat donuts for my breakfast,
Chips
and dip for lunch.
My
dinner’s something deep-fried
But,
I have a hunch,
That
somebody’ll laugh at me,
Thinking
it’s a joke
When
I peruse a menu
And
order Diet Coke.