Ode to a Twinkie

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.