I Love My Oatmeal Poem by Juan Olivarez

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