Whoever made Lucky Charms
obviously had an affinity
for the shapes of cat food.
Why else would the grain-bits
be shaped thusly?
But dehydrated marshmallows
are pretty rad,
so I guess we can let this
one cat-food shaping incident
slide.
But
I'm eating cereal
being nostalgic
getting ready to write a poem
wanting to write prose.
I'm sleepy
and everything feels like molasses.
A syrupy froth
has been layered over
my functioning.
I guess that's alright,
I didn't have any grand plans
for this weekend anyway.
This was pointless.
But I was puzzling
over the cat food thing
and decided to blog it out.
Goodnight sleepy folk.
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