Honey Nut Cheerios Poem by Crystal Tutson

Honey Nut Cheerios



When I wake up in the morning my stomach begins to growl,
I am on the hunt to satisfy my hunger so I began my prowl.
My eyes scan the cabinets and lands at the top,
My favorite sticks out amongst the rest; it's the 'golden box.'
My taste buds eagerly anticipates the dripping honey,
The sweetness, the crunch, I'll spend all my money
Just to get my hands on this 'golden box'
That makes my stomach full and my tongue pop.
Honey Nut Cheerios is one of kind, in fact it's the best, completely blows your mind.

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