California saki with a California roll.
It isn’t really sushi, and the rice wine has no soul.
But Schroeder’s playing chopsticks
Up and down the major scale.
Like Japanese scotch, it’s a marketing ploy,
A gimmick meant to sweeten point of sale.
Eating a bowl of Post Shredded Wheat
Is like eating big clumps of dead grass
Now I know why horsies simply can't wait
For the time between meals to 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 we feed 'em 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
Post Shredded Wheat, what horrible stuff
It's not fit for human consumption
Please sign my petition to ban it forever
Surely has no value that's my assumption!
The sex had been amazing. The women mysteries. The alarm a mood breaker. He awoke! Stared at the ceiling, counted the slats in the blinds, scratched himself, sat up on the edge of the bed. On the way to the bathroom he farted. No one complained. The seat was always up. No one complained. The memory of his erotic dream had faded. He ate another bowl of “Heart Healthy Honey Nut Cheerios”. They’re shaped like little hearts, a marketing ploy he figured. The dog looked at him. He wasn’t sure how he wound up with the dog. Maybe the kids gave it to him so he’d have a reason to go walking in the rain. They shared a simple life. They ate, slept, watched TV, and walked in the rain. He cleaned up after the dog, the dog waited outside the bathroom door for him. The cat was a mobile figurine that s**t indoors. The dog would watch him drink his coffee. The cat would ignore them both. The TV weather girl would keep him reflecting on that dream. He would shower later.
John G. Lawless
©4/26/2023
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!
Eating a bowl of Post Shredded Wheat
Is like eating big clumps of dead grass
Now I know why horsies simply can't wait
For the time between meals to 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 we 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
Post Shredded Wheat, what horrible stuff
It's not fit for human consumption
Please sign my petition to ban it forever
Absolutely no value, my assumption!
© Jack Ellison 2013
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