Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Ode to Rice Cereal


by Thomas Eilers

Oh rice cereal,
on my plastic spoon.  
Who knew I'd be eating solids so soon?


You are mushy in my mouth,
and runny on my chins.
Are you the reason that I am not so thin?

Sweet, sweet cereal,
I won't miss a drop.
I will suck you off my bib,
My tongue is my mop.




Oh rice cereal,
Only once a day.
Please never let your oopy, goopy goodness ever go away.

Sigh....

3 comments:

Beth Hames said...

Oh My Goodness...This is hilarious.

Anonymous said...

You must continue with the poetry - Beyond humorous! TE has changed (and grown) so much in the past month.

Unknown said...

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