S, C, & P: An Ode to 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

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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

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Their sweetness is really up to you

Spooned sugar megalomaniacal

The next sounds, ready, in the queue

When the second third start to crackle

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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

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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