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first poem...completely off the top of my head...yes...i am staring at a Frito bag |
| --Ode to a Frito bag-- Oh my dearest Frito bag, what fills you makes me brag, inside every flavorful chip, makes me laugh in the face of dip. the many flavors make me smile, for every bite i take makes it worth while. of course "Original" makes me salivate, yet "Chili Cheese" my heart can take. Oh my dearest Frito bag, i would never dare call you a hag. your exceptional taste make me love you till the end, your amazing creator sure did start a trend. |