Clumps of Dead Grass
Eating a bowl of shredded wheat
Is like eating big clumps of dead grass
Now I know why horsies simply can't wait
For each horrible meal to finally pass
We feed 'em this stuff to reward these guys
Has anyone asked them their thoughts
Might be surprised at the answer you'd get
“We'd rather be eating smelly socks”
Someone once said many decades ago
It will give your kiddies strong bones
So feed 'em these horrible clumps of dead grass
It's why they can't wait to leave home
Don't be fooled by this marketing ploy
It's the cheapest damn stuff they can find
It grows in the field almost everywhere you look
They must think we don't have a mind
Damn shredded wheat, what horrible stuff
It's not fit for human consumption
Please sign my petition to ban it forever
Absolutely no value is my assumption!
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2022
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