Me Like Cornflakes
Me Like Cornflakes
3-year-old Albert was having breakfast with his dad one morning.
Munching enjoyably he announced: me like cornflakes!
Dad corrected his grammar replying,
no, “I” like cornflakes.
Albert furrowed his brow, stopped chewing, and said no, “ME” like cornflakes.
Once again, dad tried to correct the grammar, no, “I” like cornflakes.
This competition went on a few
more rounds.
Suddenly Albert had an idea. His smile brimmed from ear to ear.
Announcing his momentous discovery, he proclaimed: we both like cornflakes!
ME REALLY LIKE CORNFLAKES ; BUTT , HE WHO WRITES THIS IS A CORNY FLAKE .
BE MY GUEST AT THE NEXT CORN Y FLAKE CONTEST ; BY DA MASTER ALLAN FORREST .
DEEP IN THE FOREST IS HIDDEN A GEM . THIS GEM DEALS IN MANY THINGS ; HE IS A REAL” HUMAN ” HUMOR MAN .
GIVE HIM A BREAK . HE IS TRYING TO MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER ( BET HER , OR HIM ) PLACE .
IF YOU SEE HIM , TELL HIM HE IS A “GOOD ” LOOKER .