breakfast ballad

morning comes
my soul awakes
my bowl of flakes
awaits me
the soy pours like the milky way
like a saturated moon sponge squeezed
i'm pleased
with ease, like running fingers up a piano
*run fingers up piano here*
my spoon hits the bowl, sings in soprano
*ding*
i'm ravenous
so i'm havin this
spoonful right now
my stomach smiles
for she's walked miles
pacing through my dreams
a coffee with two creams
dances on my tongue
smooth seductress
toothsome temptress
and the fruits on my plate
kiss my pallatte
this fruit salad
is a ballad
of emotions and notions and symphonic potions
conducted by my fork and straw
this edible orchestra
is harmony
far from being
dissonant
even with the innocent baby mandarin
(who is speaking mandarin at that!)
singing brighter, sweeter, happy-higher
than the choir
alto apple
is an ample sample
ambidexterous ability
of humerous humility
while the mango does the tango on my tongue
the fun's not done
there's still a ton
and I can't stop her
swimming through this ball popper
of giddy grapes
this melon is a felon of my taste
*rrrrrrrrrrrrring*
there goes the school bell
best make haste
tralalalalalalala