RyKrisp

RyKrisp

By Bud Lemire on April 6, 2015

It's funny how we crave the things from so long ago

Things we haven't had in years call out to our soul

Our taste buds wish to experience them once more

To find out if we like them as we did before

I remember long ago we ate RyKrisp, Mom loved them a lot

So just recently, that's exactly what I got

They tasted just as I remembered, absolutely great

With a little butter on top, it is what I ate

With some green olives, and slices of cheese

Enough to fill me up, not a chance to tease

My taste buds were dancing all over the place

Memories flashed back, causing a smile on my face

I took a bite and there was that familiar crunch

A bite of cheese and a green olive, what a wonderful lunch

What a wonderful taste that brings me back in time

So many pleasant memories passing through my mind

I recall those days with Mom, as we munched away

Eating RyKrisp seasoned perfectly on each and every day

Every time I'll think of Mom, as I take a bite

I know she is watching me, as I crunch in delight

It is so wonderful to visit again the taste of RyKrisp. It tastes the

same as I remember it, and I wonder why I got away from it. But

I am glad it is in my life again. Because when something tastes good,

it's the best thing for your taste buds.

Note: Not long after this poem, RyKrisp went out of business.

But now I am eating WASA and it is pretty good.