Cereal no longer talks to me.
We used to exchange words
between the first and final
slurpings of breakfast.
It has found another lover,
someone else to suck up
the last remaining drops.
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2 comments:
I feel the same way about fried eggs. But I still get messages from bits of aparagus stuck in my teeth.
Yours Crankily,
The New York Crank
Do you often get in conversations with your meals?
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