Articles from University of Georgia

  • An Ode To Ramen Noodles

    That package, that crunch, unmistakable smell,

    It calls to me like Pavlov’s bell,

    The price, the taste, I can’t decide,

    What makes me want you by my side,

    But what I do know about you now,

    Is that your creator should take a bow,

    For your many flavors could not be,

    Any more T-A-S-ty,

    Beef and chicken, shrimp and pork,

    Oriental with a fork,

    Small silver packets shine and shine,

    Their purpose in life: to blow my mind,

    Lots of water, cooked or dry,

    I don’t care, just let me try,

    You move me much more than a snack,

    You are a meal, you are my crack,

    Addictive and cheap, I just can’t quit,

    I can’t help myself, not one damn bit,

    One pack, two pack, three pack, four,

    I just keep wanting more and more,

    But the more flav’red seasoning I see melt,

    I have to add a hole in my belt,

    And the more holes my belt accrues,

    The more second dates I will lose,

    So Ramen noodles, I bid you adieu,

    Because there’s some things you can’t do.