Losing My (Cereal) Religion


Cereal Religion


I think it’s love.

He completes me, he’s unorthodox

He rocks

But when I look at his cereal box

At those Coco Pops I’m foxed

Can a monocerealist ever truly love

A polycereal fanatic

Can we trip the light fantastic?

Do the tango over

His bran flakes and mango

I like bananas on mine

He thinks Frosties are divine

Cornflakes mixed with Shredded Wheat

It’s not a treat, to eat

I’m a monocerealist don’t you know?

I’m orthodox

I use one box

But maybe it wouldn’t hurt

For me to convert

To polycerealism

I’ll change my religion.

After all


I think it’s love.



About Marie

An eccentric & quirky artist and writer who fills her time between fantasy roleplaying sessions with painting, writing and playing her guitar (rather badly). Usually to be found with paint-stained fingers surrounded by books and tubes of acrylic paint.
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