3 then 7 then 3
Peeled Snacks often inspire me to write poetry. How about you? For a while I thought that our bags should have limericks on their backs, but someone with sensibilities more tasteful than mine overruled me. Okay, so snack food and poetry don’t mix…
I seem to remember a very creative Cheetos packaging series featuring rather detailed ballads about the misadventures of Chester Cheetah. The snacks themselves? Addictively awful. The poems? My muse for years and year.
Here’s my chance to outdo the marketing minds at Frito Lay- 3 haikus about Peeled Snacks…
I’ll have the green one.
No wait - which one has chocolate?
Yeah – the green one then.
Roll on, dropped almond.
So sad that here we part ways.
But, squirrels need almonds.
What’s that? That’s no date!
I know dates when I see ‘em.
They look like “Newtons”.
Okay, so those are all pretty simple, pretty safe. I’ll try to make it a habit to publish little ditties about Peeled Snacks as often as I can think to. It could very well be that Peeled Snacks taste even BETTER if eaten while reading poetry. Please don’t quote me on that.
