Munday on Monday: ‘Serving suggestion’

I read the box and slapped my head

To see what the “suggestion” said:

It pictured milk and bowl as guide,

A placemat and a spoon beside.

The tiny words I now observe —

“Suggestion” of the way to serve.

To think that all these years I ate

This cereal in brutish state!

By hand I’d scoop it from the box;

Directly in my mouth I’d toss

The golden flakes. (I’d breakfast-grazed

As if by wolves I had been raised.)

I might have used a bowl and spoon — er —

If but I’d seen “suggestion” sooner.