Ode to the Neon Orange Powder

How I love you, oh most cheesey wonder.
Our blue and gold monument, Kraft Dinner.
Rations through World War Two you put under,
the meatless, dairy-less, quick fix winner.

Your position can't be tossed asunder.
Easy enough that a rank beginner
can create a meal without a blunder.
Even survived by the kitchen sinner.

No fancy entree can steal your thunder.
True is the thought you won't make me thinner.
And still the Germans might call you wunder,
Though perhaps not the distinguished diner.

The Barenaked Ladies sing your praises.
It's my spirit your neon orange raises.