Chocodiles

I think that there shall never be

A snack from any entity

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That comes within a hundred miles

Of tasty Hostess® Chocodiles.

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A spongy, golden, cream-filled treat,

In chocolate shell, so smooth and sweet,

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Packed chock-full of preservatives

And other food alternatives,

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Was just the perfect thing, it seems,

To fulfill a young boy's dreams.

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Yes, Mom's divinity was grand

And homemade taffy, pulled by hand,

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But those took time and love and care

And those who helped, got their fair share,

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While any old convenience store

Was stocked with Chocodiles galore,

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Just waiting for a kid with change

To come within temptation's range.

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Alas, my friends, there came a day

When all that goodness went away

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And I, betrayed, was left without,

And mankind's future left in doubt.

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