Cheetos

Okay, so I figure I need to mix it up on the moods of my sonnets. Here's another food sonnet. Something lighter. Enjoy!

Cheetos

by Gideon Burton

To cows of any breed there’s no relation,
Nor to their dairy products milky fat,
Yet Cheetos have addicted half the nation --
Oh my, my spit was orange when I spat.

A certain cheesiness, perhaps, plus salt,
A puff of corn, a thing of air and crunch.
It’s all we need to make our snack assault
Foregoing something wholesome for our lunch.

Amorphously composed, like mutant worms
And dusted with fluorescent orange tint
Their carbohydrate glory in us burns
Until reduced to pulpy junk food lint.

    The Cheeto, more like Styrofoam than cheese
    No matter, for its taste with us agrees.

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