A Poem Inspired By A Bowl Of Granola
Oh granola in my bowl
how crunchy and oaty you look
still resisting the depredations of milk.
I will eat you quick
before your imminent mortality
seeps into my conscience
and imbues me with tasty guilt.
Just call me Robert Frost. Robbie, to my friends.
how crunchy and oaty you look
still resisting the depredations of milk.
I will eat you quick
before your imminent mortality
seeps into my conscience
and imbues me with tasty guilt.
Just call me Robert Frost. Robbie, to my friends.
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