I’m a bachelor. And as a bachelor, you learn to appreciate certain things in life: 2 for a $1 cheeseburgers, top ramen, 3-day underwear, and especially cereal. It’s not just cereal: it’s lunch, heck it’s dinner sometimes. I wrote a love sonnet to one of my favorites -
An Ode to Malt-o-Meal’s Greatest Breakfast Cereal
At the crack of dawn,
Amidst the yawns-
One can hear that telltale sound-
The resonance of a crinkling bag.
Within the bag, O blessed, blessed bag,
Lies Malt-o-Meal’s Marshmallow Mateys.
As I open the perforated resealable package,
My nose is greeted with that all too familiar smell.
Hastily, a bowl is brought,
All piety has been forgot.
Ting-tang goes those tasty morsels,
Bouncing within my breakfast bowl.
Chaos breaks loose, and I quickly devour,
My daily value of zinc, dextrose, and flour.
Bite, after bite, my spoon is now a shovel,
I am engrossed in feasting, above all.
Amongst the confusion, it did not reach my attention,
That my bowl was empty of those joyous sugar chunks!
Painfully depressed, I quickly settled my apprehension,
I poured out more cereal, and was saved from that funk.