Monday, September 8, 2008

An Ode To A Cheeto

I thought I would broaden my horizons and try my hand at a little ditty, ‘bout Jack and Diane, two American kids doing the best they can. Wait—I’m having a flashback, I love John Cougar or John Cougar Mellencamp, or maybe, John Mellencamp, whatever he calls himself. I guess it really isn’t a ditty either, maybe, just a short poem. Anyhow, for your snacking pleasure, I present my latest attempt to be the next Emily Dickinson.

Crunchy Cheetos, the perfect snack
The one ounce package
Satisfies the attack
The attack of the munchies
Whence does it come?

Nothing else is quite as good
Cheesy goodness
Cheesy goodness
But if only I could

If only I could
Stop at just one bag
But the MA Fat Woman

Well, that’s it. I’m stumped on the last line. I have hundreds of these little gems written on napkins, coasters and matchbook covers—with one thing missing…


Diesel said...

Sorry, I'm a Fritos guy.

Da Old Man said...

You had me at Cheeto. :)

MA Fat Woman said...

@ diesel: BBQ or regular?

@ da old man: LOL


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