something different

every night
it's chicken.
fried or baked,
barbequed
and grilled.
can't we have
something other
than chicken
one night, you
plead to your
wife as you
scour the cupboard
for food. surprise
me one night.
like what
she says?
you hate fish,
and you can't
eat red meat
anymore on
account of what
the new England
journal of
medicine says.
so that leaves
you with chicken,
or pasta, which
you hate.
what about cereal,
you say.
I love cereal.
sure, she says.
sugar pops,
or frosted flakes?
go crazy,
mix them together.