Is It Soup Yet?
Peristalic pangs percolate
rumbling grumbling groans of,
"Feed me! Feed me!"
Chocolate chomping
does not curtail the hollow hollering,
"Real food! Real food!"
A clock controls the
dashing diner of
lunch munch, breakfast break,
or dinner for a spinner
out of this humongous hunger.
A platinum plate if you please
piled provocatively
with a sprawling spread
of vital vittles ASAP.
Ring the bell
grant grace sublime
its time to eat
enough of this rhyme!!
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2007
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