Cheese Doodles Poem by Terry Hoffman

When I moved to Washington
I had not a single clue
of the scope of things not found
and they were not a few.

On the East coast in New York
satisfied my palette was.
Chips and crackers, all the rest;
junk food gave me quite a buzz.

Worst thing that I couldn't find
was heavenly Cheese Doodles;
corny crunch just wrapped in cheese;
I ate them by the oodles.

Got so desp'rate that I called
the Wise Company back there.
Said they didn't sell our here;
that cross I'd have to bear.

Sat here four years, mourning them,
couldn't satisfy my crave.
Then my best friend sent me some,
and my palette she did save.

Found my new cat likes them, too,
although she's not East Coast.
Gobbles them right up at night;
I guess I should not boast.

Just found out the other day
Wise is starting up out here.
Just can't wait until the time
when my Cheesy treats are near!