Ode to Cup of Noodles

I got in trouble this weekend. Nothing too serious, just a battered pride. Someone snuck into the kitchen and ate my dad's granola bars. He was furious. Finding no admitted culprit, he sent my two brothers, my sister, and myself to bed at 7:30. If being an innocent bystander roped in with criminals and going to bed when the sun is shining wasn't bad enough, my dad decided that as part of our punishment, for dinner we would only be allowed Cup of Noodles.
Cup of Noodles?
Cup of Noodles?!
I thought to myself. "Do you know how terrible Cup of Noodles is?" I had personally never eaten Cup of Noodles, but I was sure of a few things. The flavor is beef, but there is no meat. The carrots and corn and peas are dehydrated and look like long lost cousins of rocks. Cup of Noodles never goes bad. That's gross.

I sat in my room completely fine with not eating dinner. Then I got hungry.

"Alright." I told myself. "Just take a few bites so your not super-hungry." I took a bite. Then another. Then another. Then I grabbed a pencil and wrote this poem.

Ode to Cup of Noodles

Cup of Noodles I thought
You would not be delish.
You were a bubbling broth
Brewed by a witch.
I was disgusted by your shriveled peas, carrots, and corn.
One glance at you and I filled with scorn.
Hot water for three minutes
Then I take a taste.
No sooner it touch my lips,
No time I did waste.
Mouthful after Mouthful
Of an elixir I previously thought so foul
Carrots, Corn, and Peas once shriveled,
Now fresh and round.
Oh Cup of Noodles,
I now consider you so sweet.
Just one small complaint
As I continue to eat.
I wish that you had
Seasoning Packets like Ramen.
But other than that Cup of Noodles is Bombin'!

...Yes I really wrote that. Moral of the story is don't judge a book by it's cover. I do like Green Eggs and Ham; Cup of Noodles is fantastic.