Cheerios

Cheerios are donut seeds
I eat them with a spoon
Most of the time, if I wake up late
I’ll eat them around noon

Cheerios are like teddy grahams
That float in a bowl of milk
They have lots of personality
When I eat them while wearing a kilt

Cheerios, Cheerios
Little and brown
They go in my stomach
Until I flush them down

Cheerios in a plastic bag
Clear as a dirty window
You can’t see everything in it
Except for the hand of John Bindo

This poem about Cheerios
Is actually quite pointless
However, without this information,
The world would be a mess