Ode to Velveeta cheese slices

I love you sixteen times

a single serving size-

o the joy of plastic skin & perfect squares!

The frying pan glares

and burnt bread defeats me

in the trashcan.

But you, my lovely portion-

you lay gently on the slices

and I cannot forget your ways.

I enjoy you day after day after day!

so simple & constant & pure-

in other things I cannot be sure...

that block of cheddar giggles in the fridge

remembering the last time I smidged & failed

to make a sandwich- but there you were!

Success! your grilled cheese makes me feel dance-y

I put you in tomato soup-

oh see! now I am fancy.

- my delicious meal of tom-soup plus velveeta cheese. I'm freakin' Giada de Laurentiis over here!