The Twinkie Or The Bus Poem by Kori Haffmun

The yellow twinkie
As we know
Is close to hell on Earth
But it stays conveniently low

The screaming hurts
The hitting aches
The flying gum
Sticks to you face

All that paper wasted
Writing notes
Paperball war
Flying objects in the sky
Some kid is getting high
I'm serious

The bumps send us sky high
The wars of the paperballs are deadly
The candy trade is pricey
And th music masks our madness

The Twinkie, the twinkie
The lights go Ka-blinkie
The bus ain't clean
The people are mean
The bus is a twinkie

If you see the twinkie
Run far away
For you don't know what will that
Big yellow twinkie bring

The Grinch would run away
Hitler would wet his pants
Shrek would run away
Then burrow in the mud

You might think yummy filling
But our bus is filled with crud

Like a curse word wouldn't fudge
About the horrible ways
Of the number 23 bus

But sometimes it's ok
It might make your day

The fun and action that comes your way
And just to say with great pride
That we ride the bus
The people are friends of ours
And will never stop scaring away
The people that don't ride our
Big
Yellow
Twinkie