So here we are.
Today’s Horribly Local Poor Poetry Month (HoLoPoPoMo) entry reflects on the recent news regarding the upcoming shortage of snack cakes:
on the demise of hostess
If kale went out of business
(And not to say it could)
If celery went bankrupt
(Though some kids wish it would)
If brussels sprouts became extinct
Or spinach bit the dust
If quinoa met its maker
If beets and bran went bust
There’d be some mourners at the wake
I don’t doubt that a bit
What brings a nation to its knees?
“No Twinkies?!? Holy shit!”
Little Debbie, the world is now yours.
Yes indeed. Welcome to me.