For a Cheeto

Wrote this ditty in my head in the elevator today. Proof I might be going mad.

Little Cheeto in the hall,

What careless eater let you fall?

The cleaning lady was just here,

And left you sitting in the clear.

Your orangey self, posed on the rug

Staring at me, oh so smug.

I had some carrots and snap peas,
A little taste of low fat cheese.
The Holidays loom so near,
My waist is getting big, I fear.
And there you are right by my toe,
Cheesy, salty, just below.
The elevator! Ding! I'm saved!
Just in time before I caved!
Little Cheeto on the floor
I win, you lose, next time it's war.