There’s one thing in my life that is dear and ethereal
And that dear and ethereal thing is called cereal.
Mornings and nights, without a doubt
That big bowl of cereal I can’t live without.
Daily routines are a tool for survival
And whole grains and oats you will need for revival -
When morning time comes and you’re tired and groggy
Just whip up some flakes and don’t let them get soggy!
You could say it flows in my veins; it’s arterial.
I cannot imagine my life without cereal.
I cannot imagine my life without grain
Lackadaiscally swimming in milk - what pain
To go through a day without one single taste!
At the thought of this horror I go, with haste
To the pantry, the cupboard, the refrigerator
And with lightning alacrity, not one moment later
A perfect specimen of cereal stands
Atop my kitchen table, and
Cranberries, granola, wheat are cradled
In a stoutly rounded bowl, and ladled
Into a gracefully curving spoon, and eaten
And the phantasmagorical vision beaten!