belly, belly…uhh jelly. Spongebob!!
yeah good one molly
spelling jelly
Pomegranete jelly becuase I love pomegranete
I can’t spell pomegranate i just found out…
oh well
Soooo
oh and peanut butter
jelly
time
its peanut butter jelly time
Royal Stewart
Jelly to me is jealous…or a peanut and butter sammich…mmm. I’m really hungry right now. I wish I had some food, ugh. I miss my boyfriend…I wish he was home.
Hillary
jelly can come in different colors, and sometimes forms. I like it mostly on bread, but people can put it on all sorts of things. Some people can even put it in strange places like bananas or fires. Who knows, its your choice where you want it. Just always remember to enjoy it.
Gabriela
Jellyfish can be incredibly toxic, depending on which jellyfish we are talking about. The Australian Box Jellyfish can bring down a grown man in as fast as three minutes. Quite incredible considering they have no brain.
Elle Castillo
Jelly, like peanut butter and Jelly. Usually when I think of jelly, I think of purple and surprisingly enough the word jelly on here is purple. Me like. My friends nickname is jelly, although she is no longer my friend… awkward. Jelly is like jell-o except not as sticky,
Ana
jelly donuts were her favorite treat, she would get one every sunday when her father came to pick her up for the after noon. to this day she cant smell one ith out thinking of her father, he has been gone almost 10 years now.
mercedes lane
She wondered what the sandwich would taste like if she didn’t spread the jelly on to the second piece of bread. Peanut-butter and Jelly it had always been that way, but for a moment she wanted something else, something different. She put the jelly away and forgot about it. The crave for balance throws everything out of balance. There is more than one way of doing anything, never forget, you make the choice.
People think of the sound first when it comes to jelly. It tastes like a wobble. Even if it wasn’t present during your childhood, it’s easy to assume it was. It sounds like squabbling and vomiting at birthday parties.
Kat
What can be said when one thinks of jelly?
It never grows old, never gets smelly
To think that something could tatse so good
on a sandwhich, under the hood
Bob
Peanut butter and jelly are the perfect match. Jelly fell in love with peanut butter from the first look they shared. They are frequently discriminated against and eaten by humans of all kinds.
Olivia
I’ve never felt the way I do now. The butterflies, the electric shock, oh how my heart feels like jelly every time we talk. It’s as if we belong, and I am always assured. You are the jelly of my soul, I will never have to be cured.
Hannah
well jelly is delicious i only like grape jelly though. strawberry jelly is nasty bleh. i hate strawberry artificial flavors. it’s grotesque.
Gabby
it squished, in a jellied fashion. “ughh!” she groaned, “what is THIS?” it was just the most recent incident in a string of disgusting events.
Love is no longer fluid. Coagulation of the core- I cannot give anymore. Skeleton full of gelatin..that’s me. Empty.
Kiss_My_Freckle
jelly is used too often and in too generous of amounts. i prefer simply peanut butter sandwiches, but jelly in small amounts is sometimes a necessity. it’s funny that it is always connotated with peanut butter. i keep misspelling words. should i go back and edit it? oh well.
Beren Davidson
one day there was a bowl of jelly waiting to be eaten, but the problem was he could never could get anyone to have his yummy jelly. so he waited and waited, he would see everyone in the isle get eaten but him, It was a sad day for jelly.
avalon
Joel’s Jelly jiggled joyously as he jammed it down his jowls.
Jelly was one half of his favorite food; the other part was her. He put jelly on everything (and I mean EVERYTHING), and she loved that about him. She loved that he had such a strange but fun habit and he loved that she loved him for who he was. It was just too bad that she loved another “him” too for exactly who he was.
Brock
Wibbly wobbly wonder. Jewel-coloured goo. Funny food. But not so good when legs go to jelly. Like when I see you. And all muscles go limp, blood beating a furious refrain. And worst of all, words turn to jelly. To soft slush. Transparent and tricky. Splodges of silliness unsculptured by meaning, unshaped by truth. And I lose all sense of my senses, all the solid stature of strength I’ve cultivated for so long. And my moment with you, my only long-savoured moment, melts into meaningless.
I like jelly. Jelly fish. Jelly on sandwiches. JELLLY. squishy. I do not like jelly. Ma soeur aimer le jellyfish. jellllllly. jellllly. jelllly. jellly. jelllyyy. PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME
Suzi
I ran into a bathroo and found this grapey, purpley, substance and so, I tasted it. I liked the way that it tasted, but because I am from Mars, I really didn’t know what exactly it was, so I asked my neighbor. He told me that there is only one thing that tastes so prpley and grapey… that is jelly. I loved the taste and to this day, I still love me some grape jelly. I am 150 years old.
Hugh Burnam
The creature stood in front of her, its gelatinous body wobbled like a jelly on a plate. Eyes bulging it trembled its way towards her. Each movement making a sucking noise on the ground.
“Stay away or I’ll cut you into cubes!” shouted Sue, waving her penknife at it.
Helen
Good with peanut butter. And toast. Hard to make. But I like it better than jam. Jam is plain. Jelly has chatacture. I like jelly.
Maura
I’m thinking it’s really hard to type fast on an iPad, but that’s because I’m so damned BOTHERED by spelling mistakes and punctuation errors. I just can’t leave it if I type it wrongly. I’ve just got to go back. See. Time ran out on me.
Graham Carter
Don’t ever erase anything that once meant something to you.
now it’s slang for jealous, but in later years, it was a paste made of fruits. Grapes, berries, you name it. Great with a paste made of peanuts and 2 pieces of bread
I always wondered what it would be like to be suspended in jelly. Ignore the fact that you can’t breathe and it would be quite lovely. No noise, no one else, just you. And perhaps that sweet sticky taste of summer and strawberries and baby kisses. It would feel wonderful for a few minutes and perhaps you’d get to eat some. But then you’d get tired of it, as we all do. No matter how much we want something, it will eventually bore us to the point of insanity. You’d bang on the sides of the jar, screaming but no one can hear you. You’d desperately try to claw your way up only to find that the tar-like mass only drags you down. Something you enjoyed is destroying you. At some point you’d give up, settle down to the bottom of the jar and realize that the only way to get rid of something edible is to, well, eat it. Thats how we find ourselves–at midnight, spread out on the couch, an empty pizza box…we’ve got to breathe again.
The frustration mounts up as the kid inside the newest block found his only solitude outside and separated from his peers and such a jelly inside the block, the malleability of the created tension between his peers and friends have made such an impression not only on him, but to the society, which he lives on and for.
I don’t like jelly very much, unless it’s on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Then I can deal. I think of fat people, or out of shape people like me. I’m not fat, but I could use some exercise and cut down on snacks during the day. But yeah, that and spongebob jelly fish.
Victoria Mullis
Peanut butter jelly time. My jelly belly after a two and a half week vacation is europe. Jelly fish. Jelly….a wonderful texture.
You think it’s over with, and then it’s one sharp flash of pain while you’re drinking a cup of orange juice, biting into a biscuit, or washing a dish. It’s a sharp pain when you remember, and then you turn away your head, telling yourself to forget.
snape
I hate jelly. It’s gross and reminds me of that phrase “You Jelly?” No, I’m not fucking jelly. I’m fucking JEALOUS, if that’s what you’re trying to say. However, Jelly is tasty PB&J’s. I love those. ONLY WITH PB&J’s, though.
Victoria Mullis
your belly wobbles like a big fat tower of jelly. They say it’s from all that beer; but i don’t believe them. I know that it’s from all the secret snacks you eat when the insomnia gets too much at three in the morning, and all the cups of tea with just-one-more sugar. I wish I could say you’ve aged well, but daddy, you taught me to always be honest.
you know you love me
xoxo
kim
Lunchboxes filled with peanut butter and jelly and other assorted sandwitches line the shelf, waiting to be opened and eaten when the bell rings. Hungry students stare eagerly at the shelf, watching the clock and tapping their fingers. BING. Lunchtime.
Emily McNally
Like a springing, bouncy object, I touched the goo. It bounced off my fingers and I shouted. It was not Jelly, in fact, but an alien! It latched on to my finger and began to suck. It tried to get it off, but it wouldn’t let go!
Syd
She spread the jelly across her bread. “Can you hurry uuuuuppp????” a pestering toddler cried at her knees. “Just a sec,” she said and spread the peanut butter on the other slice then slapped the two together. The boy jumped and stomped. “I’m huuuuungrrrrrrry, mommy!” he cried. “okay,okay” she said and she bent down to give it to him only to have the sandwich splat on the floor.
jelly jelly oh how playful it seems. slimy from one hand to the other falling through fingers. its passages are the spaces which open and separate your fingers from one another. oh how jolly this jelly seems to be sliming around.
belly, belly…uhh jelly. Spongebob!!
yeah good one molly
spelling jelly
Pomegranete jelly becuase I love pomegranete
I can’t spell pomegranate i just found out…
oh well
Soooo
oh and peanut butter
jelly
time
its peanut butter jelly time
Jelly to me is jealous…or a peanut and butter sammich…mmm. I’m really hungry right now. I wish I had some food, ugh. I miss my boyfriend…I wish he was home.
jelly can come in different colors, and sometimes forms. I like it mostly on bread, but people can put it on all sorts of things. Some people can even put it in strange places like bananas or fires. Who knows, its your choice where you want it. Just always remember to enjoy it.
Jellyfish can be incredibly toxic, depending on which jellyfish we are talking about. The Australian Box Jellyfish can bring down a grown man in as fast as three minutes. Quite incredible considering they have no brain.
Jelly, like peanut butter and Jelly. Usually when I think of jelly, I think of purple and surprisingly enough the word jelly on here is purple. Me like. My friends nickname is jelly, although she is no longer my friend… awkward. Jelly is like jell-o except not as sticky,
jelly donuts were her favorite treat, she would get one every sunday when her father came to pick her up for the after noon. to this day she cant smell one ith out thinking of her father, he has been gone almost 10 years now.
She wondered what the sandwich would taste like if she didn’t spread the jelly on to the second piece of bread. Peanut-butter and Jelly it had always been that way, but for a moment she wanted something else, something different. She put the jelly away and forgot about it. The crave for balance throws everything out of balance. There is more than one way of doing anything, never forget, you make the choice.
People think of the sound first when it comes to jelly. It tastes like a wobble. Even if it wasn’t present during your childhood, it’s easy to assume it was. It sounds like squabbling and vomiting at birthday parties.
What can be said when one thinks of jelly?
It never grows old, never gets smelly
To think that something could tatse so good
on a sandwhich, under the hood
Peanut butter and jelly are the perfect match. Jelly fell in love with peanut butter from the first look they shared. They are frequently discriminated against and eaten by humans of all kinds.
I’ve never felt the way I do now. The butterflies, the electric shock, oh how my heart feels like jelly every time we talk. It’s as if we belong, and I am always assured. You are the jelly of my soul, I will never have to be cured.
well jelly is delicious i only like grape jelly though. strawberry jelly is nasty bleh. i hate strawberry artificial flavors. it’s grotesque.
it squished, in a jellied fashion. “ughh!” she groaned, “what is THIS?” it was just the most recent incident in a string of disgusting events.
purple, gooey, sticky, sweet, implants, fish, custard, pie, sandwich, peanut butter, filled, doughnut, sandles.
i like it in my sandwhiches. it is purple and sometimes more of a pink. the word above is certainly purple. i like peach jelly too.
He jammed the jelly into the jar to make sure it would not go far.
Love is no longer fluid. Coagulation of the core- I cannot give anymore. Skeleton full of gelatin..that’s me. Empty.
jelly is used too often and in too generous of amounts. i prefer simply peanut butter sandwiches, but jelly in small amounts is sometimes a necessity. it’s funny that it is always connotated with peanut butter. i keep misspelling words. should i go back and edit it? oh well.
one day there was a bowl of jelly waiting to be eaten, but the problem was he could never could get anyone to have his yummy jelly. so he waited and waited, he would see everyone in the isle get eaten but him, It was a sad day for jelly.
Joel’s Jelly jiggled joyously as he jammed it down his jowls.
Jelly was one half of his favorite food; the other part was her. He put jelly on everything (and I mean EVERYTHING), and she loved that about him. She loved that he had such a strange but fun habit and he loved that she loved him for who he was. It was just too bad that she loved another “him” too for exactly who he was.
Wibbly wobbly wonder. Jewel-coloured goo. Funny food. But not so good when legs go to jelly. Like when I see you. And all muscles go limp, blood beating a furious refrain. And worst of all, words turn to jelly. To soft slush. Transparent and tricky. Splodges of silliness unsculptured by meaning, unshaped by truth. And I lose all sense of my senses, all the solid stature of strength I’ve cultivated for so long. And my moment with you, my only long-savoured moment, melts into meaningless.
I like jelly. Jelly fish. Jelly on sandwiches. JELLLY. squishy. I do not like jelly. Ma soeur aimer le jellyfish. jellllllly. jellllly. jelllly. jellly. jelllyyy. PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME
I ran into a bathroo and found this grapey, purpley, substance and so, I tasted it. I liked the way that it tasted, but because I am from Mars, I really didn’t know what exactly it was, so I asked my neighbor. He told me that there is only one thing that tastes so prpley and grapey… that is jelly. I loved the taste and to this day, I still love me some grape jelly. I am 150 years old.
The creature stood in front of her, its gelatinous body wobbled like a jelly on a plate. Eyes bulging it trembled its way towards her. Each movement making a sucking noise on the ground.
“Stay away or I’ll cut you into cubes!” shouted Sue, waving her penknife at it.
Good with peanut butter. And toast. Hard to make. But I like it better than jam. Jam is plain. Jelly has chatacture. I like jelly.
I’m thinking it’s really hard to type fast on an iPad, but that’s because I’m so damned BOTHERED by spelling mistakes and punctuation errors. I just can’t leave it if I type it wrongly. I’ve just got to go back. See. Time ran out on me.
Don’t ever erase anything that once meant something to you.
now it’s slang for jealous, but in later years, it was a paste made of fruits. Grapes, berries, you name it. Great with a paste made of peanuts and 2 pieces of bread
I always wondered what it would be like to be suspended in jelly. Ignore the fact that you can’t breathe and it would be quite lovely. No noise, no one else, just you. And perhaps that sweet sticky taste of summer and strawberries and baby kisses. It would feel wonderful for a few minutes and perhaps you’d get to eat some. But then you’d get tired of it, as we all do. No matter how much we want something, it will eventually bore us to the point of insanity. You’d bang on the sides of the jar, screaming but no one can hear you. You’d desperately try to claw your way up only to find that the tar-like mass only drags you down. Something you enjoyed is destroying you. At some point you’d give up, settle down to the bottom of the jar and realize that the only way to get rid of something edible is to, well, eat it. Thats how we find ourselves–at midnight, spread out on the couch, an empty pizza box…we’ve got to breathe again.
The frustration mounts up as the kid inside the newest block found his only solitude outside and separated from his peers and such a jelly inside the block, the malleability of the created tension between his peers and friends have made such an impression not only on him, but to the society, which he lives on and for.
I don’t like jelly very much, unless it’s on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Then I can deal. I think of fat people, or out of shape people like me. I’m not fat, but I could use some exercise and cut down on snacks during the day. But yeah, that and spongebob jelly fish.
Peanut butter jelly time. My jelly belly after a two and a half week vacation is europe. Jelly fish. Jelly….a wonderful texture.
You think it’s over with, and then it’s one sharp flash of pain while you’re drinking a cup of orange juice, biting into a biscuit, or washing a dish. It’s a sharp pain when you remember, and then you turn away your head, telling yourself to forget.
I hate jelly. It’s gross and reminds me of that phrase “You Jelly?” No, I’m not fucking jelly. I’m fucking JEALOUS, if that’s what you’re trying to say. However, Jelly is tasty PB&J’s. I love those. ONLY WITH PB&J’s, though.
your belly wobbles like a big fat tower of jelly. They say it’s from all that beer; but i don’t believe them. I know that it’s from all the secret snacks you eat when the insomnia gets too much at three in the morning, and all the cups of tea with just-one-more sugar. I wish I could say you’ve aged well, but daddy, you taught me to always be honest.
you know you love me
xoxo
Lunchboxes filled with peanut butter and jelly and other assorted sandwitches line the shelf, waiting to be opened and eaten when the bell rings. Hungry students stare eagerly at the shelf, watching the clock and tapping their fingers. BING. Lunchtime.
Like a springing, bouncy object, I touched the goo. It bounced off my fingers and I shouted. It was not Jelly, in fact, but an alien! It latched on to my finger and began to suck. It tried to get it off, but it wouldn’t let go!
She spread the jelly across her bread. “Can you hurry uuuuuppp????” a pestering toddler cried at her knees. “Just a sec,” she said and spread the peanut butter on the other slice then slapped the two together. The boy jumped and stomped. “I’m huuuuungrrrrrrry, mommy!” he cried. “okay,okay” she said and she bent down to give it to him only to have the sandwich splat on the floor.
jelly jelly oh how playful it seems. slimy from one hand to the other falling through fingers. its passages are the spaces which open and separate your fingers from one another. oh how jolly this jelly seems to be sliming around.