Snap, Crackle, and Pop--an Ode to the Elves on the Shelves
Even though they're mostly nothing
They each have a story to tell
But the mostly air is mostly bluffing
When air escapes their grainy shell
Adding milk will light their fuses
And open their performance on tap
They're unapologetic without excuses
When a third of them begin to snap
Their sweetness is really up to you
Spooned sugar megalomaniacal
The next sounds, ready, in the queue
When the second third start to crackle
This Kellog's breakfast has few ingredients
In a race to break fast before their chatter stops
Sogginess silences the husks' sonorous deviance
When a third of them pop their very last pops
The snaps in the bowl will soon fade out
Then the diner will be surprised to witness
How crackles and pops will no doubt
Have the last word via borborygmus
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