Lovely Lunchables
a poem about how much I loved Lunchables
Oh how my young self loved Lunchables
They were truly so wonderful
before we were doubtful about what was healthful
I could not wait to get a mouthful
of those wonderful Lunchables
They came in many forms like pizza and nachos
And is no way that I can ever forget those classic cracker stackers
Back in a time where lunch time was a fun time
A time when Lunchables were in their prime
There was one that came with a soda and it was a wonderful lunchbox find
I will never forget that simple time when having a Lunchable was simply sublime
About the Creator
Christina Epperly
Hello There ! I'm a blogger, writer and bucket lister! My bucket list has over 300 items on it. I am big believer in enjoying the little things in life. I also love collecting toys.
John 3:16
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