My inspiration for this sonnet is obvious. After a night of rollicking tom-foolery, all I want, all ANYBODY wants is to go home and get a huge bowl of delicious sugary cereal with 1% milk. But no, you can't do that because the whole damn house is asleep and cereal packaging at 4 in the morning can be heard down the block. My Ode to midnight munchies...My Cereal Sonnet:
I could have Cocoa Puffs or Pops or Kix
or those apple cinnamon cherrios!
I could have Froot Loops or Chocos or Trix
or those uber epic Oreo O's!
You've got the munchies, cereal's the cure
The perfect combo of sugar and crunch.
It will satisfy your craving for sure
When four in the morning's your cue to munch.
You stumble home, everyone has turned in.
You tip toe through the kitchen, bowl in hand.
You unroll the plastic and oh the din!
"Cease that infernal racket!" they demand
Sound waves, why must your rob me of such joys?!
Cereal packaging makes so much noise!
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