The F.U.N. Quotient… An Ode to a Bowl of Cereal

 Ode to a Bowl of Cereal

Not just any cereal,
A bowl of cereal.

Not just any bowl of cereal,
A pit crew, ready,
To fuel up the car,
For the big race

A claw game,
Descending upon tiny
Flotation devices.
Giving their bounty to
The lucky winner

Tiny stars floating in the
Milky Way.
Being harnessed by higher beings
As if picking fruit off
A tree,
But picking cereal off a
Cereal tree
All band together,
Soldiers mingling in a
Circular expanse.
Collaborating and conversing
With each other,
To see when they will be selected
To fulfill their duty,
And head to the front lines
For battle

 A simple
Bowl of cereal,
A morning ritual, practiced
By millions each day.
Completely underestimated,
But also essential
For everyone

-John Oliveira-

This poem was written by my nephew, a high school freshman. Thanks, John!

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3 comments on “The F.U.N. Quotient… An Ode to a Bowl of Cereal

  1. Bego says:

    This is fantastic! Clever young man. 🙂

  2. Karen Fitzgerald says:

    This is so nice. Our high schoolers do have more depth than we sometimes give them credit for. I have enjoyed this past year, my last, working in the high school.

    1. Pat says:

      So true!

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