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Old man upon the oatmeal box
With triple chin and silver locks,
Reveal to me — and tell the truth –
The foibles of your reckless youth.
Did you succumb to gin and rum?
Is “Bite me” inked upon your bum?
Did you keep ganja in your locker?
Deflower young Miss Betty Crocker?
Come clean now, gentle Oatmeal Guy.
I’ve seen the twinkle in your eye.
Though now you’re staid, reserved and mild,
The oats you sowed were surely wild!




  1. Carla wrote:

    Uh oh…someone is sitting and staring at their cereal box a bit too long in the morning.

    Thursday, July 8, 2010 at 5:17 am | Permalink
  2. Don Lamp wrote:

    I love it. Your mind is wellspring of delight!

    Monday, July 12, 2010 at 10:35 am | Permalink

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