Can open a Jar in nothing Flat,
Pop a Top – I can do That.
Twist a Bit – a Long Neck Bottle,
Open it Up – Press on the Throttle.
Open the Blinds – Pull on the Cord,
Open the Cage – the Pigeons Soared.
Open the Valve – the Water Flows,
Easy as Pie so How it Goes.
Until I Open that Breakfast Box,
Cereal Flies from Head to Socks.
Perhaps that Is “Their” only Goal,
More on My Floor than in My Bowl.