My son's a cereal killer.
I thought I raised him well.
He started chewing slowly
Now he's chomping like hell.
Froot Loops' his favorite victim.
Frooty Pebbles' a sucker too.
He takes them for a milky swim
Then kills them with a crunchy chew.
If his fave two are in hiding
And he's hungry for a ****
Tony The Tiger gets a grinding
And Honey Graham takes a spill.
His kills are wet and chilling.
His appetite's mean and insane
Cereality is his calling;
Cereal killing is his game..
~ P
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 2:22 PM UTC
My son's a cereal killer.
I thought I raised him well.
He started chewing slowly
Now he's chomping like hell.
Froot Loops' his favorite victim.
Frooty Pebbles' a sucker too.
He takes them for a milky swim
Then kills them with a crunchy chew.
If his fave two are in hiding
And he's hungry for a ****
Tony The Tiger gets a grinding
And Honey Graham takes a spill.
His kills are wet and chilling.
His appetite's mean and insane
Cereality is his calling;
Cereal killing is his game..
~ P
~ For my son, JJ ~
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