A Letter To Mr Stomach
Dear Mr. Stomach
I am writing to let you know you give me headache.
I have fed you in bulk,
But you never get full you are like 1 million water tank.
The ancestors craved and never satisfied theirs,
They went, still fighting for others,
Hoping more will fill you Mr Chunners,
In vein, it all came back to zeroes.
You are now disturbing me,
Hoping that I will comply to thee,
struggle and toil like a honey bee,
For bread and butter for you sweetie.
I am writing to let you know,
That you need to adhere to economic situations,
Mr. Money is on high demand
So you need to cut the budget too.
I hope you will reply sooner,
As the time is quite shorter.
Or else you will be forced to get smaller
In order to meet other financial endeavors.
Yrs Edson
© Mwebesa Edson
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