Ode to a Hostess Fruit Pie
O sweet Hostess Fruit Pie,
how I doth covet thee
your flaky, sugary crust ensorcels me
and
your unnaturally purple blueberry filling beguiles me
but why, o why, sweet pie, if you please...
why must you contain
480 calories...?
(coming soon, Ode to Frozen Combination Pizza from the Vending Machine)
how I doth covet thee
your flaky, sugary crust ensorcels me
and
your unnaturally purple blueberry filling beguiles me
but why, o why, sweet pie, if you please...
why must you contain
480 calories...?
(coming soon, Ode to Frozen Combination Pizza from the Vending Machine)