6 June 2012
Oh no! Can it be?
The munchies are back!
Sniffing out prey,
Ready to attack.
Warm toast and nutella
Two rounds at least,
All to sedate
This grumbling beast.
Crisps, chocolate's
Always a winner.
He's still not at bay
Even after my dinner.
A bottomless pit,
Thinks his throat's been cut,
Tea, bananas,
Apples, the lot.
Ravenous, merciless,
Gobbling he'll take
Anything edible
Within his wake.
And he won't be gone,
Won't be smoked out,
Until I'm the flipping
Size of a house.
The Munchies • Opuss № I