Flake Break Poem by Ima Ryma

When I heard that there were some folk
Willing to pay a pretty sum
For corn flakes shaped like states - no joke!
At first I thought it was pure dumb.
But then I decided why not?
After some days of going through
Loads of corn flake boxes, I got
A flake that matched up right and true
To the shape of the Bluegrass state.
I saw the dollar signs galore.
But then the flake suffered a dire fate.
It fell and shattered on the floor.

A perfect shape for Kentucky,
Now it's closer to Hawaii.