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…