Thursday, July 19, 2007

Mistress at the breakfast table

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.


New York Crank said...

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

ozymandiaz said...

Do you often get in conversations with your meals?