the cereal killer died as he’d lived
slaying bowls at a time with cold precision
of course, it wasn’t his decision
it was an early childhood trauma
(as is usual with these kinds of people)
he’d build mounds of corn flakes like a steeple
’til mother beat him for playing with his food
so he grew to hate milk and processed grain
carried all his life this exquisite pain
he thus learned to be an agronomist
well actually, he poisoned the earth
from corner to corner, along its girth
and he tied the cows’ tails in bundles
so they mooed and lost their milk
then life from that point went smooth as silk
until one fateful day in vietnam
he thought he saw a bowl floating in the cream storage vat
but it was his boss’s wife in an oriental rice hat
having a soak, if you please, to nourish her skin
not realising this, he moved in for the kill…
then her voice sounded, agonised and shrill
then the boss busted into the barn with a big gun
boom! boom! then blood flowed like red cordial through a sieve
that stupid cereal killer died as he’d lived
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021
That is so funny! I’m going to read it to the next grandchild who plays with their cereal.
Gwen.
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That oughta learn ’em! 😛
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Oh my goodness, this is intensely scary! 😮
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We had to hide behind the couch while writing it. That’s how scared even we were! 😮
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You are indeed strange. And that’s OK.
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Thank you, my friend, and thank you for reading us.
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Wow! Pretty intense stuff.
Art
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We hope you enjoyed it! 😀
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How abnormalities is nourished ,hidden floating to its climax.
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I’ll drink to that! 🙂
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Very funny.
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Thank you, Brandon!
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Happened to me, twice. Gravy misunderstanding. The Judge was kind.
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It always a little sticky when there’s gravy involved!
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