Written for: The Twiglets #158 – “cornflakes”
When you stay at a hotel
you can always rely
on seeing those miniature
boxes of cornflakes
at the breakfast bar.
Wow, that guy is flaky!
Nah, he’s just corny.
field of golden corn
mother says to daughter
that’s where your breakfast begins
There once was a guy who loved cornflakes
He believed they cured each pain and ache
He woke with flu
Knew just what to do
Glued cornflakes to nose, breathed through hose, now eats hotcakes.
Quite the fun quartet!
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Thanks, Violet!
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🙂 Those falling cornflakes as another suggested should be frosted flakes!
Some hotels have those plastic jars with turn a portions worth into your bowl.
Wasn’t Mr. Kellogg who truly believed in the ‘corn flake’ – built quite an empire!
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Oh, frosted flakes. They were sinfully good!
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