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Ode to a Twinkie. A Mexican Twinkie. A Submarino. |
The rumors of your corporate death are premature
As a child's memory recalls a Twinkie on a skewer
Roasting on an open fire, turning golden brown
Forty years on, that Twinkie can still be found
Along with other childish things we leave behind
In the deepest nooks and crannies of our mind
Had it really been that long since I last took a bite?
That chemical concoction and upset stomachs late at night
We toast the passing of a friend with a drinkie
We mourn the passing of a company with a Twinkie
And so it was a lifetime removed from sweets
That we snuck off in search of forbidden treats
A Ding Dong for you, a Twinkie for me
Two bites later and we were no longer hungry
Our tastebuds had outlived our childhood
And Unfortunately Twinkies are not considered food
But it was never the taste or the texture
It was more a treasured childhood picture
Reminding us how far we've come through life
And the moments that we wish to weave are without strife.
its a sad day....the death of the twinkies....it was a treasured childhood memory...
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