A Cereal Dater

The grumbling of her stomach woke her from her sleep

She went to the cabinent for a midnight treat

Cinnamon Toast Crunch

Drizzled with honey

Would do the trick

She searched the shelves

And stood on her tip toes to see if she missed some space in the back

But her box of the sugar, spiced treat wasn’t there

Crunching from someone on the couch made her scowl

It was him whom devour her anytime treat.

Her boyfriend that she let spend a night

That graduated into a week

Invisible steam blew out her nose

And sirens rung in her ears

She was certain by the time the sun crest the sky

He’d be getting the boot and out of the way

Before her Door Dash came a knocking

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