Mum said that I loved Cheer'os when, to scale, A baby, til I knew the photos thence Well-nigh by heart, those little o's fr'intents So perfect yet so slippry e'en dry (frail As aught excuse where tiny fingers hail All sheer retrieval as a project hence); And now she's gone, I eat them like defense For all we knew and cherished, like t'avail. One brother rhymed and sang that, "Cheer'os [were] The best thing you e'er tasted!" cuz we grew Up with our oats thus packaged, or in tour Rolled, boiled and hot, as porridge, til what's new? I'm packing them for werk, in milk, is't poor? And if they're comfort, LORD, how we need You.
20Oct24a
I even photographed them in milk when Cheerios shaped the o's in hearts... wish I could put that here.