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.
Copyright © Lim'Rik Flats | Year Posted 2017
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