Non-Coflict Poem

Cereal Bowl Poem
I poured myself my bowl of cereal, not forgetting his ally the milk;
Then I looked into my arsenal wondering what weapon to wield.
Eventually I deciphered that the spoon would be the best choice,
Because of its ability to shield my shirt from the pouring milk.
All of a sudden I launched my invasion into the unaware bowl of cereal,
The thrust of my spoon easily impaled the cereal; killing my hunger.
I kept the mobilization of my spoon as I read the propaganda on the box.
The containment of my appetite was liberating,
Making me feel full of strength for the day ahead.