The Breakfast Child (Preschool) Poem by Cj Heck

Early this morning, I spilled my milk.
It dripped on the kitchen floor,
and when I tried to wipe it up,
I slipped and I spilled some more!

Then the cereal box tumbled down
and Cheerios went everywhere.
Little O’s in the milk on the floor.
Little O’s stuck in my hair.

Oh geez, I thought, what a big mess...
Daddy and Mommy will be so mad!
Oops … I slipped and I fell in it, too,
and then I felt really bad.

Then Mommy and Daddy came in,
but they were laughing at my mess!
They said I looked really funny
sitting IN my own breakfast.