Lays

I've had a hard day at school

I think to myself, "you know what would be cool?"

No need to reply, my stomach already knows

Its that time...to the fridge I go.

 

I search, pushing and shoving anything green out of the way,

Carrots, Broccoli, Spinach...nahhh...not today.

What I'm looking for, I still don't know,

On to the pantry I go.

 

When I open the door I can help but smile, 

I stand in its presence and let my eyes roam for a while.

After what feels like hours of searching my eyes begin to cry.

Not because of sadness, I just haven’t blinked in a while.

 

I feast my eyes on what has to be

The most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

In a big yellow bag it is contained

It's name... Lays.

 

-C.Chikwava

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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