Ode to Pop Tarts

Pop tarts, truly I do love thee
in chocolate chip or strawberry
Berry blue, or cherry red
the choices pound within my head
Never just another pastry
your cinnamin sugar calls to me.
Pop tart, you're my one true love
Sent from an angel, up above
You come in nifty little packs
and make most lovely midnight snacks
Pop tarts do not judge or stare
they do not care what clothes you wear
Packaged always, in a pair
Pop tarts, truly, I love thee

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