Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Box of Corn Flakes

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:

Anonymous said...

I didn't understand the concluding part of your article, could you please explain it more?