poems written on the fly

cereal killer

In art, breakfast poems, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 27 February 2008 at 6:28 am

I shot
the box
of Rice Krispies

stabbed the
Fruit Loops

and strangled
with bare hands
the Raisin Bran

Now
there’s nothing left
for tomorrow’s breakfast

(D. James)

  1. wasn’t it time for a diet anyway?
    all’s well that ends well

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