Is it me or am I just nuts,
The cereal keeps talking, don’t tell me no buts,
It tells me everything of which I mostly do,
Maybe better off I’d be if I lived in a zoo…
Snap, crackle, pop ain’t all that is said,
It speaks to me till my blood pressure gets into the red,
Is it only this wayward poet receiving these spoken words,
Right from the box they pour forth
This has got to be food for the birds…
If you got the same insanity,
Or your doing it all for vanity,
Understand this, that I may well strike you as nuts,
And you'll note I never in my poetry use profanity,
I am doing all I can for the betterment of humanity...
© ed - 2/12/10
Ron ;-)
Love Tinka
ps what's all the family fuss about with pee weeeeee? and Edvard
I understand completely, Brother!
PS: Try to convince Snap, Crackle, and Pop to whisper the winning Lottery numbers to you.
EDvard(k) Ole Brother
Best, Gerry
Lin
the worst cereal I ever tasted
yuk!
peace be with you
William