Today passed me by with the completion of my French test.
Some questions I got right. Some I got wrong.
I have no fear of failing. I’m better than than.
I have no fear of being alone.
There are many stresses upon my life. But you find your priorities as they come.
When you make jokes with cereal
What’s your favourite cereal wrapped in meat?
What do you call it when the only enjoyable food you have is cereal.
What do you call it when you don’t eat cereal with your hands.
What do you call a tidy, organised breakfast.
What do you do when cereal is your DJ?
What happens when you shake hands with your cereal?
What cereal do you eat in the summer?
And in the cold of winter?
When you’re eating cereal for dessert?
When you’re in the Mediterranean eating cereal?
When you write your phone number on your cereal?
When you flatten your cereal?
When you have the baby food version of cereal?
When your cereal outruns you?
When your cereal thinks its better than you?
When you are just sitting there, dreaming of cereal.
When the food you need isn’t infront of you?
When you take a bite out of your boyfriend thinking he’s cereal.
Your favourite poetic cereal?
What cereal irons your pants?
What cereal do goats eat?
What’s the best after-sex cereal.
When two cereals collide they?