A Man Hunger Has Been Kicking
He is an occupant of a room damp
And dependent on a rejected lamp:
The worst so far in their camp …
A room often not illuminated
But in it plants still germinated,
Selecting peeping spots in a cemented floor,
Daringly doing so back to the room’s door.
The room’s nearest neighbor a smelly dump,
To many microbes their Releasing Pump
And, sure, the cause of The Man’s mumps
And as possibly his torturing lumps:
A man Hunger has been kicking his rump
And readying for a final slump …
But wither did The Man this foulness pick
And could Hunger make one licked plates still lick?
Nothing like an answer from Interviewed Nick
And rather a rude one from Starving Dick.
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