The need has consumed me.
The hunger is too great.
I must eat something!
Dashing from my seat,
My butt leaving an imprint,
I run to the kitchen searching for food.
Hoping
Wishing
Begging
For almost anything!
Searching through the refrigerator
I find nothing!
I look into the freezer
Brrrrrrrrr nothing!
I investigate into the cupboard
And lo
fortune!
Treasure!
PASTA!

03/01/2002

Posted on 03/01/2002
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