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