Watch the last Cheerios in the bowl do their dance in the milk.
Spinning andwhirling,
Ultimately they end up in clumps
Be it on the side or floatinglike an island in the middle.
Why do they end up in clumps?
A physicistwould argue gravity,
A psychologist would say that even Cheerios needcompanionship,
But what would a philosopher tell you?
What would Socrateshave to say about Cheerios in milk?
What little James Bond-like one-liner
Would he come up with about the clumping of Cheerios?
I wonder,
Whatwould he relate it to?
Life
Love
Happiness
Where do clusteredCheerios fit into the meaning of life?
Do they fit at all?