THE ONLY TWINKIE
(With apologies to Rudyard
Kipling)
She dropped the sprouts,
she tossed the soy, she chucked the grim tofu,
For she heard a crinkle under the sill, and a great gold pastry
came through.
The fresh fare comforted the house, and shone on ceiling tile,
And the Twinkie lay down becalmed and dreamed that it dreamed
awhile.
The last episode fell from the tv with the mewling of dull, boring
doom,
And the Twinkie then woke up again, calling across the room.
"Now I was born
of doughy gems and laid on a shelf like wealth,
For I have dreamed of a ravenous lady whereupon I bestowed sugary
health.
And I was extruded with creamy core, and displayed in precious
attire,
For I have dreamed of clashing teeth that consumed like redemptive
fire.
And I was born a Twinkie, and did I appear alone?
For I have dreamed of other cakes that were bitten to the bone.
And did I lose my freshness and crumble drying like the sod?
For I have dreamed of other snacks recycled in stale, beige wads.
And large red mouths racing by, that thrust me in as food,
Tis an hour yet and an hour yet to the rise of hungry mood."
She unwrapped the cover,
she yanked it open, beheld great Twinkie, wide-eyed,
Then fell upon it without a thought, and devoured it, satisfied.
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