Friday, November 16, 2012

To the Twinkie: an epistle


Plain, fried, butter dipped 
unique as those who love you.
photo from wikipedia
Remember you and I in troubled
times. The last bite eleven
years – has it been? Two days 
after national  tragedy. From minimart,
to hotel room.  Baby sister’s
sweet sixteen.


She's grown now.
The nation still at war. 
Today it mourns
you.  A rush on grocers,
minimarts alike, ‘til shelves
left bare. A final taste 
of your big delight 
in every bite. 

4 comments:

  1. You make me smile! Good writing.

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    1. Happy to put a smile on your face :-) For the record, I did not panic and raid the store. The calm approach seems to be best with the news that the parties were ordered to mediation. It'll be interesting to see what happens next in the life of the Twinkie.

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    2. Me too! I heard that the mediation didn't get very far but it is possible another company could start making the Twinkie :) Happy Thanksgiving!

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