The wheat flakes all died

When she opened wide

And shoved them inside.

They must have been terrified, petrified.

What we spied left us horrified, mortified, mystified, stupefied.

She sat there looking justified, satisfied, quite gratified.

The wheat flake homicides

Couldn't be verified or quantified.

We cried.

Our tears wouldn't be dried.

We couldn't be pacified.

Yet we were unified, fortified

In our drive to see this crime rectified.

The case could have been simplified

Had she complied—

But she sighed, then ran outside to hide.

Her actions signified, implied

No remorse for the crime ascribed.

We were supplied a certified, qualified guide

To pursue her along the riverside, countryside.

The search intensified, magnified, amplified.

It became nationwide—worldwide.

All people were notified.

Search teams multiplied.

At last, she was captured and tied,

Brought to court to be tried.

Witnesses described, identified, testified.

She denied, defied, falsified, lied.

Her behavior? Undignified.

But justice was not misapplied.

"Your verdict?" the judge asked the jury to provide.

"Guilty!" They replied.

She received a free one-way ride

To prison, where she'll reside, abide,

Until the date the judge specified,

For committing her act of cereal genocide.