Three o'clock
School bus exhaust
Cool metal key in hand
Freedom in my heart
Open the door
All alone
Tranquility
Free to do what I want
Open the fridge
Oh the possibilities
But one is louder than the rest
It's not rocket science
or gourmet
It's nacho snack
It's mine
And I make it myself
Unzip the Shredded cheese
Pop the crinkly bag
A handful of salty corn chips
Next
Toss in a bowl
Microwave for
thirty seconds flat
It's not rocket science
Or gourmet
It's Nacho snack
It's mine
And I made it myself
Steamy gooey pools of cheese
Stretch it to my chin
'Till it's really thin
Take a bite
Just right
But only for a bit
Plop in front of the TV
Tommy Pickles, Reptar and friends
It's not rocket Science
Or gourmet
It's nacho snack
It's mine
And I made it myself
Five minutes in
Now rock hard cheese
But I don't care
I'm still pleased
Chisel it from the bowl
Lick my fingertips clean
It's not rocket science
Or gourmet
It's nacho snack
It's mine
And I made it myself
About the Creator
Meagan Dion
My life is a little crazy. Four kids, homeschool, write, create and coffee. Coffee is a verb. Do you coffee? I aspire to blow glass and finish / publish my novel. I would like to have an impact. Also, coffee.
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Comments (5)
Great poem! This feels so happy. And now I want nachos!
I love lots of snacks though I shouldn't , great challenge entry
This is perfect! I am eating those nachos right now! It is perfect and exactly how it goes when making them and eating them. Loved this poem!
Tommy Pickles & Reptar--we always loved watching Rugrats! But when I was growing up it was a can of Ro-Tel mixed into a loaf of Velveeta melted in the microwave. It didn't get hard, constantly dippable, & nicely spicey.
I want nachos!!! ♥️♥️