Ode to Munchos
we first met many years ago
on the turn 'tween 9 and 10
I had never heard of you
not one time until then
never a commercial for you
did I ever see on the tube
nor a coupon in the paper
upon reflection I was a rube
all has changed for me
since that fateful day on the links
now when I go to the grocery
I seek you out next to the drinks
into your orange/red package
my quivering hand does slip
your foil bag crinkles in delight
as I grasp the heavenly crisp
I gently place you
between my finger and thumb
my heart begins to race
my brain becomes numb
tunneled thoughts of my snack
the pleasure you'll surely bring
if it were legal for us to wed
I'd buy you an expensive ring
fried and salted potatoes
of you goodness I exclaim
I've tried to find a better mate
my efforts all in vain
like all good things in life
our time together has measure
I wish I could eat you forever
a bottomless bag of pleasure
As I lick my fingers clean
and a familiar tear finds my eye
I think of our certain future
when we will meet again on aisle 9
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