Imitation Froot Loops Poem by Charles Monroe

Praise the Lord and curse the Devils
For the toys in Frooty pebbles
Apple Jacks, Scooby snacks
Living room got booby traps
I've just experienced another one of my
fast forward flashbacks ...
Me sitting in breakfast banquets
two and a half decades younger
Sitting on orange fur
facing TV and its contents
BUGS BUNNY taught me English,
TOM taught me that with JERRY
its best to remain friends.
JERRY taught me that its best to remain friends
with Bulldogs and their pups.
Scooby taught me crime pays
for its crimes.
And sometimes, you may make it all the way to one p.m.
And still watch cartoons before the 'cop show' reruns begin.
'After these messages... we'll be right back'
Used to be my favorite song, til commercials ended
And cartoon shows must go on.
TV played a repeated service;
With Lawrence Fishburn
As 'Cowboy Curtis'.
Beakman taught science on Saturday noons
Ice cream so cold that it bended the spoons
boxes of juicy
All imitation
Shredder and splinter in
Confrontation.
A kid's day
is Saturday
Loveliest day
Smiles towards those days of youth
Where luncheons came with RITZ and fruit
and Shasta sharing, no one staring
Walk-mans, tapes, and double daring.
Leaving my flashback from back in the day...
Back to the Present,
No more 'Two-Scoops' or
Imitation Froot Loops, for me;
I've... become... a parent
Dooooooh!
I return learned and asking:
What ever happened to Saturday morning cartoons?
P.X