Moldy Twinkies
So sad it is,
Once delicious
But alas, nevermore
The smell of the rotten sugar,
Brings tears to Edward Cullens eyes,
His soul weeps, crying out for trans fat,
A fly trys to take a bite,
But keels over,
Stone dead
He takes a reluctant bite
he gasps in pain,
realizing the beloved taste is gone
The life in it has left,
The cream filling is only dust,
Little Debbie, its creator
She howls in anguish,
Seeing her beloved twinkie die alone,
Cold, lonely, never to be chomped on again.
Just like Edward…