Two Ends to an Odd Diet

There once was a man named Dan
who ate nothing but flakes of bran.
The moment he died,
he looked up and cried,
"Why must they always taste bland?"

or

There once was a man named Dan
who ate nothing but flakes of bran.
The policemen said that
when they found him dead
he was smiling, bran-filled bowl in his hand.

Ah, the Poetics.