Smorz
i open my eyes
i hear my sweet tooth's cries
i heard what it had said
so i'm getting out of bed
it craves something that's sweet
the first thing my eyes will meet
it's the cereal they call smorz
sold across a million shores
made from graham crackers and chocolate
no others cereal can topple it
teeny weeny marshmallow bits
has nutritional benefits
i watch as it floats on milk
more glorious than strands of silk
leaves a hazelnut after taste
enjoy it , don't eat in haste
the perfect sweety treat
eaten chilled not with heat
a picture perfection sensation
the best of man's creation
the perfect start to a perfect day
what more about this cereal can i say
Copyright © Mostafa Zaki | Year Posted 2011
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