Ode to a Pudding Cup

One day in the kitchen is all it took,
The swirls of light and dark
decided me.
I want to be a pudding cup.
I want to be butterscotch.
Being a golden tan
Never looked so inviting.
Let me be sweet
And I promise
I'll light up your day!
Yes, I'll risk being crushed.
Just let me be pudding,
Packed tightly in
Those small cups.
While I remain untouched,
Not all eaten and gone.
More fresh than expired.
Forget the slobbery kids.
Its hard to get to the creamy,
Sweet inside when the seal is locked.
But when it had opened,
You will reveal thew true me.
Go on,
I'm half pudding cup,
Already.