Ode

They're crispy, they're crunchy,
They're tender and they're flaky,
And when I consume them,
I know it's not mistakey.
They are so good, they are so great,
They make me feel so grand.
They are, by far, the best-est things
Ever to grace this land.
I love them so with all my heart,
From my feet to my eye sockets,
And so I wrote this little poem
To my true love:
HOT POCKETS