What's Your Dream Snack?

Snack Alchemy

They said, "What’s your dream snack?" — I thought for a while,
Then answered with mischief and a curious smile.
It starts with a crunch and ends with a glow,
A flavor explosion that steals every show.

First, the base — a cracker, but not made of wheat,
It’s stardust and sugar and something elite.
Then slathered in moon-jelly, sticky and blue,
That shimmers like secrets the stars never knew.

Next, I’d add fizzles that tickle the tongue,
With whispers of mango and cinnamon sung.
Some pop-rocks that dance like a carnival fire,
And drizzle of syrup that sings in a choir.

A hint of volcano salt, just for the flair,
Infused with bold pepper pulled fresh from thin air.
Then dust it with dreams — a pinch of delight,
Wrapped in a napkin of velvet midnight.

You don’t buy it in stores or grab it to go,
It’s summoned by scribbles and baked in a glow.
A snack not for hunger, but for the soul's glee,
A bite-sized rebellion, a treat to be free.

So ask me again what my dream snack might be,
It’s not made of food—
It’s made just for me.