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Ode to Cheetos

31 October 201111:05AMfiction

By God, I love you Cheetos,

Even though you're mostly air,

And your dust sticks to my fingers

and you get tangled in my hair.

I adore you Cheetos,

You've got style, you've got flair,

You're cheap as dirt over in the states

but here down under, you're quite rare.

Unequivocally, I love you, Cheetos,

I'd eat you anywhere.

Even though you started grey

and tasteless, I don't care.

Except I can't have you, Cheetos.

I know, I know, it's unfair,

But you're promised to another -

that witch climbing the stairs.

_(We bought Cheetos to give to trick-or-treaters. Hopefully there will be leftovers. :D)_
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