By God, I love you Cheetos,
Even though you're mostly air,
And your dust sticks to my fingers
and you get tangled in my hair.
I adore you Cheetos,
You've got style, you've got flair,
You're cheap as dirt over in the states
but here down under, you're quite rare.
Unequivocally, I love you, Cheetos,
I'd eat you anywhere.
Even though you started grey
and tasteless, I don't care.
Except I can't have you, Cheetos.
I know, I know, it's unfair,
But you're promised to another -
that witch climbing the stairs.
_(We bought Cheetos to give to trick-or-treaters. Hopefully there will be leftovers. :D)_