Layla's hair was Pepsi-brown; one eye was Pepsi-blue;
The other eye was slanted down and green like Mountain Dew.
With red lips of Hawaiian Punch and skin clear as Dasani,
Every aspect of my lunch was found within her body.

 

Her fingers thin as frozen peas; her toes as round as grapes;
Her birthmarks like Kraft Mac & Cheese that comes in different shapes.
Her thighs had chunk like peanut butter not completely smoothed
That always set my heart aflutter every time she moved.

 

Right from the day I met her I could feel our love progressing.
We just went well together, like cheese pizza and ranch dressing
We were each others' honey birds; we felt the world was ours.
But like a neon gummi worm, the sweetness soon turned sour.

 

Our love began with passion and with fervent expectations,
But spoiled like a packaged ham without refrigeration.
Though we thought we were Midas and our touch could turn to gold,
Our newborn ardor died as fast as New Coke turned to old.