I Love My Oatmeal
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Juan Olivarez
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I love my oatmeal,
With cinnamon, and honey,
And a pat of butter on top.
And I don't like it watery.
My oatmeal has to be,
Like mortar.
Something that sticks,
To the inside, of my belly,
And makes me feel full.
I don't like it soupy, Lupe,
The consistency of grout.
Something to build on.
Oatmeal, what the heck am I saying,
Bring on the eggs and bacon,
And biscuits smothered in gravy.
11/19/11 Alton Texas
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