Once in the kitchen colored yello,

there lived a tiny marshmallow.

He sat on the shelf all day, 

to find true love he did pray.

He eventually became over the hill, 

and the hole in his heart did not fill. 

Until one day he saw a twisted Cheeto puff,

and he knew that she was enough.

They galloped through the pantry together, 

but they came upon a gray feather. 

The two looked up to the ceiling,

and inside them both they acquired a bad feeling.

Down from above a bird flew,

and bit the Cheeto puff into two.

And once again the gelatin was sad,

but soon again he became glad.

He knew it was better to have loved and lost,

and to be loved no matter what the cost.

He hopped up back on his shelf,

feeling sorry for himself.

But he soon hyped up again,

because one cheeto half came back to be his friend.

And he protected the chip until the day he died,

with the cheeto half being his bride.

The once lonely treat died elated,

but the cheeto cried over the belated.

THE END…