Oatmeal
I’d rather eat a pound of cheese
than one more bowl of oatmeal,
or honey made by buzzing bees
than one more bowl of oatmeal,
or twenty cans of navy beans,
or half-a-dozen tangerines.
I’d even rather slurp sardines
than one more bowl of oatmeal.I’d rather sip potato soup
than one more bowl of oatmeal,
or roasted peanuts by the scoop
than one more bowl of oatmeal.
I’d rather bite a sour lime
’cause after the ten-millionth time
old oatmeal starts to look like slime.
How I despise you, oatmeal.I’d rather eat a pumpkin pie
than one more bowl of oatmeal,
or sauerkraut on Jewish rye
than one more bowl of oatmeal.
Yes, I’d prefer a chocolate shake,
or pickled beets or maybe cake,
but all that I know how to make
is lumpy, bumpy oatmeal.
Side note: this is totally my kitchen.