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