Ode to Twinkie

***Please sing to the melody of 'Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star'***

Twinkie, Twinkie:
little cake.
Hostess Cup Cakes:
no more bake.
Wonder bread, 

but most of all

I will miss the pink Sno Ball!

Twinkie, Twinkie,

won't you stay?

$$$ troubles,

GO AWAY!

Ho Hos, Ding Dongs,

Donettes, too...

all these gone 

will make folks blue!

Lunch will never be the same,

all because of corporate gain.

Hostess, Hostess

my oh my...

you now make us

cry and cry.

Zingers, Fruit Pies,

Suzy Qs...

all the flavors

and jobs, too!

Lost forever in U.S.

making economic mess!

Twinkie, Twinkie:

so, good bye...

I remember 

with a sigh.

©2012 Debbie Ballard

P.S. Unless you never roasted a Twinkie over a campfire, you've never lived.