Cereal Frustration

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.

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