McSweeney’s has a long running piece, called “Lists”. I had a slow day recently, so I’ve culled some and will be posting some of the funny ones.

If Poets Named Breakfast Cereals.

• Orgasmic Clusters of Searing Pain
• Bran and Plump Raisins, Pregnant With Earthy Promise
• Opalescent Flakes of Lonely Night
• The Sharpness of a Breath of Winter Air (with real strawberries)
• Cookie-Crisp