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O Poptart!

O Poptart,
being not bread or fruit,
you are none and all in one
Small package of flavor,
glory of a consumer’s diet
You sit there quiet,
the toaster beckons-
I give in

If impatience had a name,
it would be yours
yet in your absence I only grow in loving you
The toaster tosses you up into the air,
like a father with his child
You are here now and I am
wild with overjoy, happy-
Hungry

Still steaming,
you sit there in the palm of my hand,
O Last Bite
A rose by any other name would not smell as sweet
Torn and broken, nibbled, chewed
How can you be so perfect?
It is a pity to eat you,
but I do.

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©2003-2009 ~arracraidira
:iconarracraidira:

Author's Comments

yes! I was hungry when I wrote this! But this is certainly what I wanted it to be, as funny as possible. Hope it makes you laugh. Thats my only aim with this one.

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:iconren5067:
this is hillarious, really mastered feelings you go through when eating a pop tart
:iconarracraidira:
why thank you! I appreciate any comment, and this one I was really hoping would generate a few
I appreciate it!

--
alienation, your children are dead to you
but their dreams are alive
they will rise up;
and where will you be then?
you will be lost
:iconpsychosushi:
This is great, reminds me a bit of an " ode to cheese" I wrote a few years ago, though mine was no where near as good as yours.
The originality and humor of this is truly amazing. :D

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As Zookeeper of the Internet it is my responsibility to feed the trolls.
It's an ugly job but some one has to do it.
:iconarracraidira:
*bows down to the floor in utter gratitude for your comment and devwatch*

when do I get to read this ode to cheese?
grins. Thanks for so much, this means alot to me, true comments on my work. Wow

--
alienation, your children are dead to you
but their dreams are alive
they will rise up;
and where will you be then?
you will be lost
:iconpsychosushi:
:)
Glad to do it, you've got a lot of talent. :)
As for the ode to cheese, I'm afraid it died a tragic death. Murdered at the hands of hard drive corruption. :(

--
As Zookeeper of the Internet it is my responsibility to feed the trolls.
It's an ugly job but some one has to do it.
:iconarracraidira:
I hate the computer gods who rule over us with their cruel whims- I have lost more poems and ideas to the foul winds of bits and bytes than to the vagaries of chance and fragile memory itself- arrgh! and when those virtual gods then taunt us with double postings on forums, its just too much to bear.

Im sad to hear the cheese is gone. Maybe you could resurrect it. Or do an ode to the lost ode on cheese. I suppose it has possibility. Just dont cut the cheese entirely out of your life, keep a tight grip on it- it means something to someone out there, somewhere. Nah- Im just jokin with ya' but the cheese is gone. Blah. Just kill the bloody computer, it probably deserves it by now. Grins

Ill stop ramblin' Thanks again for the devwatch, makes me feel wanted. (random happy gurglings) I have so many ideas now, and people will see them!!! *runs off, skipping wildly* Yeehaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaa!!!!!!!!

--
alienation, your children are dead to you
but their dreams are alive
they will rise up;
and where will you be then?
you will be lost
:iconpsychosushi:
I did kill the computer, long, long ago. :o
I still mourn the loss of the cheese though. :cry: It was such a moving piece..
It made me laugh, it made me cry.. it lead me to invent an american cheese pie. :P
:D

--
As Zookeeper of the Internet it is my responsibility to feed the trolls.
It's an ugly job but some one has to do it.
:iconthe-yummy-poptart:
This is brilliant. :+fav:

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I :heart: [::]
:iconarracraidira:
You are to kind. Its one of my oldest works, so Im beginning to believe that what is done in childhood is seen through entirley different eyes. I still read this at poetry slams, and its won me contests before. I love it just as much as you, because its been so long its hard to think that I wrote it. Lifes weird, but oh man is it fun. Thankyou

--
alienation, your children are dead to you
but their dreams are alive
they will rise up;
and where will you be then?
you will be lost

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