February 17, 2002
By George K. George
Every morning I Open the cabinet
Options of boxes, but Only one that satisfies
The habit is one for the Original
Consider the assortment, but that's not how I operate
I sit down at Oval table with
Milk, sugar, and box of bleached wheat donuts
I dump, pour and spoon them into an Orange bowl
Before I begin I must Organize
Crescents and crumbs are Ostracized to the rim
As for floaters too buoyant
Pressed to the bottom by my spoon the O-presser
It ruins a bowl
When they're so unsaturated and crunchy
Undying Opposers are unavoidable facts
I locate them on the outside
And eat them when I'm through
I can't stand for the soggy mash of dregs
Overdosed on sugar Opiate
They go down the drain
Some folks ask me
Why not try granola or some flakes?
They just don't see
The Os' inborn equality is what makes my system great
ã Copyright 2002 george k george