Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Ode to a "Homer Simpson Donut":

Honestly, I don't even like donuts.
I just wanted to be Homer Simpson.
I thought this donut,
the donut of Homer.
The great grail of Homer-dom was my greatest leap toward that goal.
But now, crushed by the reality,
that Homer's ideal has pink frosting, and you have black.
I am lost.
Sitting at my desk, alone, no plate, begging to be eaten,
you cannot fulfill my destiny.
But, you'll probably taste fine anyway.
So much for being Homer.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Ode to a Box of Mike and Ike's

You, in the green box!
Yes you, all of you!
Little, Green, and Yellow, Orange... RED!!
Yeah you, the RED ONES!!!
Yes you destructive little guys, like... Like....
LIKE the huns!!
You hide in your big green box, all small and fruity, sweet and sticky
Waiting for me to falter.
Waiting for me to lose my dreams to alter,
my health and well being,
Original fruits flavor?
You must be scheming!
You sit there beaming!
And your bright colors abound!
But you make me fat and round!
Go back to your box, and stay there!
Never more to see the light and air,
You think I should care?
You little sugary nibs, you're quite the Dandies,
Its like me with noodles,
I end up eating the whole kit and caboodle.
I wanna be good, and eat right,
but a box of you is like afternoon delight.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Ode to a honeycrisp Apple:

How long its been my long lost.
Crisp, sweet, cold.
You become morning breakfast.