I can't provide you satays,
Or even a spring roll.
I can write you a poem,
It's food for the soul.
I know your hunger's real,
It aches within like fire,
But hopefully the poem will,
Quench just one desire.
The time will come when you can eat,
And taste the lovely treats,
Until that time I'll feed you with,
Some poetry sweets.
For a very hungry iPuss
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