Ode to a Cereal
April 24, 2011 § Leave a comment
Oh, Crisp’n Fruity Rice, my friend, in bag or bowl or box,
I like you well. I like you most. I like you lots and lots.
Your packaging informs me well:
First tear, then pour, then close.
I also note your cereal kin,
But I’ll have none of those.
I like your smell when first unzipped.
I like your sound at Spoon’s first dip.
I like to crunch my first few bites
And slurp the last with bowl upright.
And, so, my friend, my off-brand chum, you can be worry-free:
Though sugar-filled and without fame, you’re all the same to me.