That package, that crunch, unmistakable smell,
It calls to me like Pavlov’s bell,
The price, the taste, I can’t decide,
What makes me want you by my side,
But what I do know about you now,
Is that your creator should take a bow,
For your many flavors could not be,
Any more T-A-S-ty,
Beef and chicken, shrimp and pork,
Oriental with a fork,
Small silver packets shine and shine,
Their purpose in life: to blow my mind,
Lots of water, cooked or dry,
I don’t care, just let me try,
You move me much more than a snack,
You are a meal, you are my crack,
Addictive and cheap, I just can’t quit,
I can’t help myself, not one damn bit,
One pack, two pack, three pack, four,
I just keep wanting more and more,
But the more flav’red seasoning I see melt,
I have to add a hole in my belt,
And the more holes my belt accrues,
The more second dates I will lose,
So Ramen noodles, I bid you adieu,
Because there’s some things you can’t do.
From College Humor (no name to credit tho?) I was looking for cartoons related to ramen, I have some that my mom sent me since for 2 years my excuse for not going to college was "Sorry, but I am NOT living on Ramen Noodles."


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