Appetite
Appetite was growing my eagerness of eating,
Family was annoyed and waiting me for grapple,
I were rushing and acting for them defeating.
The variety of foods were lying on the table,
A nice smell was pulling me to taste the soup,
She cooked very delicious with the cooking apple.
But a pity memory cracked him on the hoop.
He was willing the taste but food was pushing out,
Are you alright Peter she pulled up his rope?
I have lost something in a town I have doubt.
What was that you are n’t feeling well?
I shall explain you all when I‘ll come back scout.
He saw a begged boy in town that was thrill,
I am very hungry Sir; please donate me for food,
I pushed him back and shunted my skill.
I am very hungry Sir; don’t throw me it is n’t good,
When I set on my dinner table he came to me,
Please save me, I am n’t a robber, I touched wood.
My mouth was glutton to me that was my worry,
When I came back and searched for him,
Someone told me he has stolen a bag in hurry.
But police arrested him and his face was on beam.
I lost my temper body felt heavily I failed to carry.
Disappointingly I went home and discussed a stream.
Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2006
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