Cereal Frustration

[BobGrantKC]

Can open a jar in nothing flat,
pop a top - I can do that.
Twist a bit - a long neck bottle,
open it up - press on the throttle.
Open the blinds - pull on the cord,
open the cage - the pigeons soared.
Open the valve - the water flows,
easy as pie so as it goes.
Until I open that breakfast box,
cereal flies from head to socks.
Perhaps that is their only goal,
more on my floor than in my bowl.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

You speak TRUTH here poet. I enjoy how your poetry treats of things the many encounter each day. And most of all, the humor. I'll bet you are the life of every party!

[BobGrantKC]

Actually - I am a Wall Flower.

[Odonko-ba]

This is so me. Lol. I can't never open those blasted things right. Good one poet.

[BobGrantKC]

Thank you - over the years I think more cereal went on my floor than in me.

[MHenry]

I am a cereal opening virtuoso. Never have I spilled an oat, a nugget, or shredded wheat. My method is natural, it's faultless, too. I let my wife do it. Toodle-oo!

[BobGrantKC]

Your are lucky - mine does it with cereal, crackers, potato chips - I have resorted to scissors.