My, there's a lot going on in this one.
It's all fine until we get to the fourth line, and then it gets a bit snarky. We have milk, yogurts and then MY MILK-YOGURT . Possessive much?
Then on the next line, some weird words start creeping in, as if the effort of shouting MY MILK YOGURT has reduced the writer's ability to spell. First we have the strangely quizzical Cerals?, then two lines further on the peculiar whitness, and on the next line Naked Bisquets.
A little further on and we have pro-biolic grinks and Bio yoghurst.
Calm down, people. Never get so angry you forget how to spell.
