Can open a jar in nothing flat,
pop a top – I can do that.
Twist a bit – a long neck bottle,
open it up – press on the throttle.
Open the blinds – pull on the cord,
open the cage – the pigeons soared.
Open the valve – the water flows,
easy as pie so as it goes.
Until I open that breakfast box,
cereal flies from head to socks.
Perhaps that is their only goal,
more on my floor than in my bowl.