Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Ode to Pop Tarts


It’s hard to explain my craving for you.
You look quite like cardboard and taste like it, too.
You’ve lots of preservatives and not much nutrition.
But, still, I must nibble in sweet, sweet submission.
Your sprinkles are ugly, your icing is hard.
You'll turn my caboose to into jiggling lard.
I’ve had my granola, and orange juice, too.
But deep in my heart, I’m still longing for you.


9 comments:

Autumn's Mom said...

"you turn my butt into jiffling lard". Well the mystery of my butt has been solved! I'm partial to the brown sugar ones. Man I haven't had one in ages. But I can almost taste it!!!

Buttercup said...

I used to love poptarts too. Blueberry ones. Somehow, thankfully, I got over them. I still love and eat tons of things that aren't good for me though.

J said...

Mmmm. Very cute poem, very yummy looking pop tart. I also crave crap. Cheetos in my case. :) And yeah, my butt is jiggly because of it.

Cherry said...

THAT is the masterpiece I needed this morning!

Thank you!

Ally Bean said...

I love the poem. It is a classic. The "caboose into lard" line is perfect.

Laura said...

That's awesome! My coworkers eat pop tarts every day. Yummmm.

Cory said...

I was more of a Toaster Strudel man myself (which remind me of pop tarts, but softer. I ate them sooooo much I got sick of them after a while though to the point of never wanting to see them again. 20 years on, I havent.

Esuitor said...

Hilarious! I can't remember the last time I had a good pop-tart. I'm torn between the brown sugar and chocolate ones.

Emery Jo said...

HAHAHA!!!! mmm....