If poetry be considered “Art” here’s one to be read aloud. (Clears throat - ahem, cough cough)
A Little Bowl of Cereal
A little bowl of cereal
tis neither posh nor hot.
But that’s immaterial
When you;re on the pot.
Not a pot to take a toke
and go howling at the moon.
No, it’s not a thing to smoke
It’s the one in the bathroom.
With a little bowl of cereal
you’ll never grunt or groan,
but shout “Hallelujah!”
When at last you let it go.