Corona in my cornflakes

what am I to do?

I reached into the darkened fridge

Instead of milk, I poured you.

I didn’t realize at first

My liquidy mistake

Tentative, first taste revealed

It was the very worst!

In shock I dipped my spoon again

Into the frothy mix

I searched deep within my brain

Some way for me to fix

This briny, fizzy bowl of breakfast

Should I put it down the drain?

Second spoon, not quite as bad

Am I acquiring a taste?

For Fizzy, Briny Flakes?

Is this the way new trends begin?

My mind began to race

Did I, by chance discover something new

To set the pace

For many trendy tastebuds to be shaken from

Their droll 

existence to the peak of awe, 

Spoon three declared the outcome,

It was as I had feared,

No trend, but just a soggy mess

Oh darn, oh heck, oh dear!

Corona in my cornflakes

Just a terrible mistake

It likely would have been much worse

If I had been awake!