Buffalo cheese puffs
by Emerson Willey
Buffalo cheese puffs
Them on their own are enough
Sitting in the cabinet
Crunch the
Crunchiness
Taste the
Tang
And swoon for the
Spice
Their hot like the sun
You can't stop at just one
They're in the cabinet
So close yet
So far
The came from the store
And traveled in the car
I sat next to them
for the whole ride
yet my teeth still didn't collide
Go eat an apple instead they said
But there's still a hole
From my stomach to my head