Ode to the Twinkie

I think that I shall never see

a dessert that matches the lil Twinkie.

So soft and rich and moist,

it was always my foistest choice.

Stuffed into my mouth,

as we do down South;

or covered with strawberries,

shortcake for Tom, Dick and Harrys.

 

Always good for a snack,

or an even better attack;

especially when Marty Sullivan,

was spewing them up again.

 

Loved by one and all,

even cops on the call.

In Waco they’d goosh when

police chief did smoosh.

 

Few desserts was as versatile,

or spawned jokes so infantile.

Most involving luncheons

and sexual dysfunctions.

 

Twinkies that survived Depression and wars,

were killed by hedge funds and union bores.

The Hostess with the Mostess,

succumbed to financial distress.

 

So there’s no more Twinkies,

to jam down our throaties;

to fill our tummies,

or hurl at the dummies.

 

Ain’t over til it’s over,

Tis the end of an era.

It’s deja vu all over again,

Just ask Yogi Berra.

 

Collateral damage, oh no,

includes even the sweetest HoHo.

It might stop diabetes,

and dieticians appease.

 

But for me and mine,

we shall weep and whine.

The death of the Twinkie

can end with only one line.

 

Bugger.

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2 Responses to “Ode to the Twinkie”

  1. hams says:

    And you thought it couldn’t get any worse after Obama won. Yep, Twinkies be dead. Sniff.

  2. Lillian L. says:

    WHAT?????????????????????

    Are you saying that Hostess is going to quit making Twinkies????? That can NOT possibly be true!

    Is this the beginning of TEOTWAWKI?

    Bugger is right!

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