Just For You Poetry

I went out with a sugar puff
When I was eight years old
I felt that she was nice enough
...She sent my mother cold !

She said "you could do better"
But I think she tends to dote
She said she'd sent a letter
To a local Porridge Oat

I said " I'm fairly happy
and my life is quite complete
She said "Your dear old pappy
Was a piece of shredded wheat

I never feel that frisky
Everyday you hear me moan
"I'm just a poor Rice Krispie
And I like to be alone"

I know I'm not quite ready
Not just yet at any rate
A rather saucy shreddie
Lately asked me for a date

But I had to refuse her
And it's not that I don't care
There's quite a pretty pop tart
And I might run off with her

Hahaha.. love these cereal poems Steven.. think my favourite today is the poor rice krispie...

I love this.

Your imagination knows no bounds and your play on words with 'cereal dater' is hilarious and so are other funny cereal things. Good luck with your pretty pop tart and may you both live happily ever after Steven.

Interesting

Crunchy nuts are on the way me thinks, great fun write, Steven.