Hot Cheetos Poem by britney bartelle

A bag of hot Cheetos on the table
My sisters dare me to eat without a scare
I opened the bag with dignity
put one in my mouth and tore off al of my hair

the bag of hot Cheetos shouldn't have been there
scared to take another taste having to eat the whole thing
The next time around the Cheetos got hotter
I was jumpin' off the ceiling

Last hot cheeto to eat could I do it
Slowly opening my mouth with all the fear
Laid the cheeto in my mouth closed it and crunched
the dare wasn't so bad clearly