Occupationally Therapeutic Oatmeal

I’m makin’ ooaaatmeal.
I’m makin’ ooaaatmeal.
Upon a stooovetop.
Upon a stooovetop.
Don’t touch the red part.
Don’t touch the red part.
That thing’ll burn you.
That thing’ll burn you.
Steelcut, not rollled.
Steelcut, not rollled.
Stir periooo . . .
. . . Dicaaally
Stir periooo . . .
. . . Dicaaally
That’s independence.
That’s independence.
Or so they tell me.
Or so they tell me.
For eatin’ breakfast.
For eatin’ breakfast.
I’m makin’ ooaaatmeal.
I’m makin’ ooaaatmeal.

Published by cfheidel

Chuck Heidel here. Father of eight, married to lovely heroic Alice over 30 years. I'm a former midlife recreational cyclist, who was hit by a motorist while out riding in August 2009. Further validating Sir Isaac Newton's notions, the score that day was: Cars: 1. Bikes: 0, and I became a C7 tetraplegic, paralyzed from the mid-chest down. Author of WheeledWords: wheeledwords@wordpress.com.

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