My mom bakes Cheerios
that are six feet tall.
The look like huge donuts
as tall as any wall.
We fill our pool with milk
when I want a bowl.
There’s no spoon long enough
so I use a fishing pole.
When I’m feeling full
I scoop out every loop
and clean up the whole pool
so mom can make us soup.
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