Snacks

Potato chips, Crisp and salty, A few are burnt, Therefore faulty... Pretzels twisted Around your neck, But crispy and fresh, Oh what the heck... M & Ms upside down Are W & W's, I have to frown... All I want, a piece of cheese, All I've got, the sneeze of Louise Wouldn't mind an ice cold beer, Sip of champagne, But I fear, Lucky to get a drop of water From a dirty puddle, Oh, I'd love, My sweetheart to cuddle Sardines, salami, Ritz and more, All those snacks I used to adore, An empty cupboard, Doors do groan, Once again, I am alone... Just as well, appetite did fade, Even for a chug Of GatorAid One last pack Of long grained rice, Not a food I find so nice One can fade away In American life, Resources unequal Changes in your wife... Have an olive, Have a roll, Put on some cold-cuts, Satisfaction Your sole goal... Gnawing on my Slim Jim I wonder if anyone alive Ever met him... Popcorn seems a likely choice, Popping in the micro It's only voice. All a dream, I have no food, I'm left in hunger For me to brood.