Taste the Rainbow
By Camila
As sodas are sipped
Nachos are dipped
Drinks begin to drip,
You begin to eat your chips
On the wall, through the hole
The film then rolls
In a room dark as coal
Or for some, as their soul
Images are displayed
Yelling, Laughing, and soda sprays
As the popcorn starts to sway
You begin to wish you had a tray
Many whispers and many sniffles
Many tears and many giggles
In a dark room commence as a ripple
While you quietly nibble on your Skittle