My Tummy

During Health Ethics class.


My Tummy

One thirty when I hit the switch,
I couldn't help it but my eyes were still wandering,
Then all of a sudden it was daylight,
And all I can do is reach for the light,

My mouth only savored a pack of pretzels,
It wasn't enough for a beast like me,
Off to the dwelling place I grabbed a bottle of brown-colored
beverage,
Still it was not enough for a beast like me,

Now all I can smell is chicken turing above a burning carbon,
All I can see is crispy delights,
And all I'm thinking is a great feast for my tummy.