When Johnny came down the stairs one morn at dawn, at dawn, he searched for Pop-Tarts but they were all gone, all gone. He saw Kellogg’s corn flakes upon the shelf and figured he’d eat them by himself, so he filled a bowl and set it on the table. But as the final flake had dropped at dawn, at dawn, he heard someone come down the stairs-- ‘twas Ron, ‘twas Ron. O his little brother had scampered in, red freckles, blue eyes and kinda thin, and he saw the cornflakes Johnny had just poured out. They eyed each other narrowly at dawn, at dawn; Ron’s countenance spoke plaintively-- ‘twas drawn, ‘twas drawn. Johnny claimed the flakes by his overt stare, Ron eyed him in his blue underwear, and the two faced off because of a bowl of flakes. The sunlight began to show itself at dawn, at dawn; both brothers, half asleep, stifled a yawn, a yawn. As both parents dreaming were still abed, Hahn brothers were longing to be fed, with a bowl of cornflakes waiting for rightful claim. There came a commotion from the back at dawn, at dawn; it was the family black lab, Boo Hahn, Boo Hahn. When Boo bumped the table the flakes were spilled and neither Hahn brother was too thrilled, as Boo Hahn lapped corn flakes eagerly off the floor. 35 Lines Writer’s Cramp June 29, 2014 |