Morning Mood

Cheerios, Cheerios everywhere
On the tray of the high chair
In the tray and in the seat
Piling in mounds by little feet
There's a least three inches of round toasty o's
on top, beside and inside his clothes.
They're over here, they're over there
Those damned things are everywhere.
Three in my coffee, floating around
scattered over my whole wheat toast, lightly browned.
There's one in my sock, and four in my hair
Good God there's even one in my underwear!
Why, oh why, did I hand him the box?
Cheerios on the socks of the fox on the Knox.
I thought it'd be cute
to let him dig for 'em.
Instead he's released the poor things from their prison.
I don't think I'd mind
all the mess after all
If I didn't just notice four or five in my bra!