Possessing no real
nutritional value
of substance
we are still in deep
like with you
You little golden
spongy log of cream
filled cake named
TWINKY
we still like you
s  e  c  r  e  t  l  y
You may reside
at the bottom of
the grocery cart
well hidden from
judgmental eyes
A nostalgic cheat
of sorts which
comforts our souls
Some have deep fried
you, covered you
chocolate and flavored
you and yet the nothing
compares to stuffing
making you a two bite
treat revealing the filled
center of goodness
Once in a decade I may
revisit you as a reminder
and still you never change
Still need that cold milk
to take you down.