(This is a fictional poem)

Sonny the cuckoo bird ate all of my cocoa puffs.
When I saw that the box was empty, I got rough.
He said he ate it because he loved that cocoa crunch.
I killed that damn bird and then I had him for lunch.
He'd been arrested for eating other people's cereal, he was a con.
I stuck my shotgun up that bird's butt and his ass was gone.
Some people say that shooting him was hasty.
Maybe so but that damn bird sure was tasty.