One crazy month ago we had a limerick contest that produced some of the best and worst poetry of all time. The winner, Aaron, wrote this beauty:
A horse, with a neigh, was brittle.
But many a rider thought little
of the mares bones.
He could jump cones,
But would crumble under a skittle.
Note: Horses should eat their cereal [...]

The Limerick Contest is over. We have deliberated and rendered a verdict. In a break from the norm here at CerealBlogger I will keep this simple and get down to bidness.
Winner:
Aaron comes through this time with a great story of a poor horse. That’s the way the vote went folks, continuing a streak [...]

You heard the man. Time is up for the contest. Take a good look at all these pathetic entries and come to terms with the fact that you waited and waited and waited and didn’t enter your awesome limerick. You could have won man, these all suck. Better luck next time.
To those of [...]

Don’t think of Monday as the entombing of the weekend, think of it as the de-wombing of the newborn week! Yahoo! To start things off I would like to remind you of a contest reminder that I put up last week. Remember that reminder? It sure does remind me of the contest [...]

As in the contest. The contest that began last Friday, to be exact.  What started with a quiet gentle whisper has grown to a quiet gentle rumbling, poised to take the poetry world by storm.  “Where were you on March 30, 2007? The day the winner was announced?” is what your grandkids will be asking.  [...]

You remember the Haiku contest right? Well this one is completely different. In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, we are eager to read your best cereal themed limericks. That’s right, just pen a charming limerick about or concerning cereal and leave it in the comments section below. We will choose our [...]

Ya’ll might recall a little contest we held a while back.  Well after the dust settled and the winners were announced, we began to scour the frozen wastelands of the American Northeast to procure and deliver the goods.  There were whispers of fraud, incompetance and fin fingus, that we would never find a way to [...]