Tiptoe
Into the kitchen I enter,
Middle of the night,
To hide my hunger,
Escaping dad's able ear,
And mom's sixth sense.
Hunger pangs hurting intestines,
Heals and toes entering kitchen,
Trip I go and hit the table,
Ayiooooooooo I shout and whine,
Only to wake up everyone
Copyright © Nikhileswari Swaminathan | Year Posted 2013
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