more snacks
tip-toeing to get a bite
been hungry all night
I think, “this can’t be right…”
I fall down the stairs; couldn’t take flight
I land hard on my face
look at the fridge, its cold light I embrace
get up, open it, find something to taste
all this food in there would be going to waste
ham, cheese, bread, butter
some mustard to smother
I could make a sandwich like my mother’s
food makes me smile like no other
scarf it down real quick
then get a popsicle, have a lick
the icy fruitiness sure did stick
then a bowl of oatmeal, nice and thick
apples, oranges, some grapes
iced coffee, cold lava cake
leftover pasta, leftover steak
sure is great to eat after you bake