My cereal soggeth

The animals came out at dusk, looking for food

I had found forage to Hit me up for:

‘Scuse me surrounding myself with foodstuffs,
these moveables, lunchables

Come hither, my shiver amn’t the chivalry of a silvery herring

Smoothing the cloth over my lap, over lapping

Then with ladle poured soup til my hands overflew

My mandible and itchy trigger pincers

Cl’cl’clinging the tongue’s sticky work

I had a good time, with no regrets

Ok, now ‘scuse you
This is family time
Like puppies, the children fell down on top of each other with pleasure
Their faces stick to the floor They have to rip their heads off

Mother helps