Ode to the Pop Tart

I may be wily, even smart

As I pen these words about pop tarts

Since I broke my leg 11 weeks ago

Now wearing a boot to see how it goes

At night it pains so I get no sleep

No pain killers allowed to keep

It from stabbing me and waking me up

So I get out of bed and find something to sup

Cold water is fine

But I want to dine

Not a big meal

But something I feel

That soothes the soul

Pop tarts sol-ution!

I hear you laugh

That I must be daft

Honestly, they were a years-ago fave

And the last couple of weeks I find I crave

The plain ones, strawberry the best

So at night when I can’t sleep I digest

A single pop tart or maybe two

Seems to chase away the blues

While waiting for Tylenol

To fix it all.

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The photo of filling is slightly exaggerated 😳😎😂

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