One week's worth of cereal is more than a mouth full of words. |
Cereal Talk Oh there is just no end to things that talk. I listen to the TV and the ticking of a clock. But I’ll tell you what I saw one day Was how my cereal had something to say. It didn’t go snap or crackle or pop. It didn’t make a sound when I put milk on it’s top. I never would believe that my food was very smart, But there is something from the box that fell in mom’s grocery cart. I wanted to dress so pretty, as I hopped right out of bed. The cereal spelled a color word and I found a pair of slacks that was R-E-D. I stirred the bowl so slowly and tried not to make a fuss But before I heard the honking sound, the letters spelled out B-U-S. On Tuesday, I was curious as to what I would do with my brother Tim. The cereal and my brother said to me, at 4:00 o’clock we’d go for a S-W-I-M. On Wednesday, I lost my glasses and couldn’t read my comic book. But good old cereal knew that I left it in the sunny breakfast N-O-O-K. Thursday was the strangest day, because I tore my brand new sweater. Dear Aunt Carol sent my birthday gift and the cereal said that I’d be B-E-T-T-E-R. On Friday I was really down as I waited for my final reply. The cereal box was finished for good and all I could see was the last word G-O-O-D-B-Y-E. Originally created June 1, 2006 |