Sunday, August 19, 2007


In a sordid basement flat
A small cornflake was lying
In a stagnant pool of milk,
His mother softly crying.

On the other side of town
They found a krispie squashed.
Forensic experts all agreed
That she’d been badly coshed.

They found a single breakfast biscuit
Hanging from the bridges,
Either badly decomposed
Or nibbled at by midges.

A bomb inside a kitchen press
Exploded prematurely,
Killing twenty sugar puffs,
While several more are poorly.

The investigating officer,
One Chief Inspector Miller
Is certain that he’s dealing with
A dangerous cereal killer.

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