Hot Cheetos
They're red and crunchy with quite the kick
And with a hit of lemon they leave you wanting more
After a seven hour day of watching the professor do his tricks
I hop off the 356 bus and hit the local 7 eleven store
In I walk and there they are those glourious chips
Once I get home I quickly finish my chores
Because there they are waiting
They warm my soul with each and every lick
They're red and crunchy with quite the kick
This poem is about:
Me