Eggs were in my oatmeal this morning when I poured hot water from the kettle out hatched all the dinosaurs. They fumbled and they grumbled awake from age-long rest they climbed great oatmeal mountains Stegasaurus and T-Rex. They were loud and proud and monstrous they gave a bellow and a roar I found I could not eat them and instead led them to my sock drawer. Now they amble and they ramble over hills of cotton cloth they roam the folded landscape the dinosaurs my oatmeal caught!
Nov. 2009
