February 10, 2017 8:29 AM EST
It was a cool October morn. Awake, and twas only dawn.
My hunger it did build, til bend it did my will.
To the kitchen I went, for fruit loops, hell bent.
The pantry my destination, for hunger elimination.
Fruity loops, you are but mine, on which I want to dine.
I must have loops of fruit, nothing else will even suit.
I open the pantry wide, no loops of fruit I spy,
The full box gone astray! Who ate these loops today!
I had not one bite of them, in my stomach churns bedlam.
I had to have these loops! These precious fruity loops.
My day is incomplete, peanut butter loops I had to eat.
A Fruit Loopless day had come, a fruit loopless day now done.