Confessions of a Cereal Killer

To keep my movements moving, I begin each day, with a doctored bowl of oatmeal, bland stuff, some'd say. But not for me I spice it up, creative — like them poets. (Really! Like the finicky ones, the ones with all the know-its). Agave nectar for sweet, peanut butter too, a must for me it is, but maybe not for you. Sometimes a touch of coconut, in the oil form, it adds a bit of tropical, though it's not the norm. Sprinkled with a dab of seeds, (sunflower, not in shell), frequently my morning meal, is just this side of swell. I forgot to mention, a microwave is used, (to splatter oatmeal everywhere, as electrons get diffused) to heat the stuff I eat each morn, (like sun on morning dew). Since I never measure anything, it sometimes turns to glue, but I just pile on the almond milk, until it lightly sogs, and snarf it up like royal fare, unfit, some'd say, for hogs.