The pain of grain

I bought of wheat what I ought to eat
but I ate of dough way much mo'e
and of the oats in leaky boats
I ate the pool seeped into gruel

did I stop? NIGH! there was the rye
and trumped a pickle with pumpernickel
said to the barley, "See ya Charlie!"
in a malted jelly, which was quite smelly!

alas a bowl of rice, well, 'tis merely nice
but was rather bland as a desert sand
and of the corn I was very torn
yet decidedly opted to have it popped

on the quinoa we did gnaw
a taste enchant of amaranth
and some other grain that escapes this brain
too many to name I thus claim

so forget these words, 'tis for the birds
of rye and oat you'll only bloat
remember your greens to fit in your jeans
and save your money for nuts and honey!