I wrote this and got it published in a college literature magazine. I just ran across it looking through a box of old mementos. I think folks here will find it amusing.
Dieter’s Distress
Oh! Foul Temptress!
Thou, Twinkie on the shelf.
Whisper thy taunts of creamed filling
no longer to my soul.
Appeal no more to the golden sponge cake desires
of my inner being!
Be Gone!!
I dare not look upon thee
in thy immodest cellophane negligee!
Oh Agony!!
Bane of mankind inspired by the evil Hostess…
loose thy grip!
Alas!!
My mortal soul is no adversary for thee,
moist, fresh one.
With every bite of thee
so am I devoured.
Well fed are thee, oh conquering pastry,
for my resistance was thy meal,
my surrender, thy dessert.