||[Jun. 28th, 2012|06:13 am]
A Zinger's not a Twinkie, quite|
but not a cupcake either.
If e'er a woman were half as delight-
ful, I'd surely like to meet her.
A sort of eclair, one might suppose,
but for the cake it's made from.
Alas, a mystery, unless solved post-
humously, for it's nomnomnomnomnom!
(At this point in the poem you should turn to the person next to you and try to eat his face.)