Flake in a Corn Flake Box
When Jim a hurried morn
Grabs the Box of Kellog
He dumped some on the bowl
To pick a little one
He let the morn pass by
With that Flake in his hand
Marveled at creation
And let the world go by
Will this flake of corn
Ever see its purpose?
He wondered along
Then his stomach mumbled
Realness of huger within
The single flake he chomped
The rest he swamped
With milk for his fill.
1 comment:
I didn't understand the concluding part of your article, could you please explain it more?
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