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I Am Laura's Stomack Part 1

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I Am Laura's Stomack Part 1

It’s Monday morning, she’s got up. 
When I asked her for breakfast 
she told me to shut up. 
When I asked her for my porridge 
or at least for an orange 
she told me to keep quiet 
as from today she was on diet. 
She has noticed cellulite 
and decided to get rid of it. 
In the day time it was a real crime, 
she didn’t put anything inside me, 
so, I thought to remind her about me. 
I switched on the gurgling of my gastric juice 
(after all I had nothing to lose) 
at an average speed, 
hoping she would hear me and would feed. 
But nooooo! My anger began to grow. 
I decided to strengthen the gurgling, the rumbling, 
and…added a little bit of  sound. 
At last she looked around 
and found a cabbage leaf, 
I quickly digested it and cried: 
I want beef! 
At night when she went to sleep 
I had only one wish – to weep. 
I saw sweet dreams when she lived with her parents, 
I thought she had inherited their habits. 
How happy I was! 
We always had the 1st, the 2nd and the 3rd course. 
But hell! It was not for her so well! 
She told them she had already grown 
that’s why she could live on her own. 
What else could I say? 
The same story happened the next day. 
I was very, very angry 
because I was very  hungry. 
I’ve been shouting during the whole day: 
Where is my salad? 
Where is my soup? 
Soon you won’t see me even through a loupe. 
On Thursday in the day time 
she gave me some plums. 
But what’s happened with me? Was I really a numb? 
I was so week, I felt so sick. 
Without any questions, without any digestions 
I’ve passed all the plums to the bowels 
for them to know the particulars. 
Next morning in the bathroom 
I said goodbye to all those horrible fruit. 
Do you know what ‘s happened then? 
She gave me some yogurt.

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