Twinkie Madness!

I have a love for all things sweet but I have a particular weakness for Twinkies. Hostess, why do you bother making your fruit pies, ho hos, and cupcakes? They are nothing in comparison to the beauty that is the Twinkie! Oh Twinkie, your lovely yellow sponge cake as golden as the sun seduces me like no man has yet been able to. Your light vanilla cream filling, tasty in its own right, compliments and never deters from its cakey surrounding! My dad is the only other person in the world who holds a love for Twinkies that rivals my own. My dad and I always give each other boxes of Twinkies as birthday presents. We kind of make a joke of it like, “Ha, ha, here’s your box of Twinkies and your real present”. But we both know deep down we’re not joking around. He could give me a platinum bracelet and I’d probably look at the man and say only half jokingly, “Umm, thanks!… So where’s my Twinkies?” I have had a weird craving for a Twinkie this whole past week that just won’t go away. So, in that time-honored Greek tradition of catharsis, I thought I’d try to write a little bit about it to hopefully be able to work through this, exhaust my feelings upon it through expression and to come out renewed and relieved of tension (hence this post). In addition, as part of this catharsis I think I will also try my hand at a little poetry. Here goes: Oh Twinkie, Twinkie, my little cake For a taste of you, my life I’d stake. Yes, a bite of you would heaven make But your banishment is for my sake. Oh Twinkie, as friend, you are a fake I should instead have a diet shake. I know it’s not good but bare with me; it’s a work in progress! The only other alternative would be to actually eat a Twinkie and you don’t want me to have to do that now, do you?