I’m always hungry!
but never sure what I want
Something sweet or maybe a croissant
I open the fridge,
and just gaze at everything;
some pasta, some turkey, or is that a chicken wing?

I close the fridge
and head back to my chair
I resume writing and pretend not to care
But my stomach begins to speak
and now I’m feeling mighty weak.

I finally found a candy bar
but it is actually rather far
I give up and continue writing
but this hunger won’t stop its’ fighting.

The front door swings open
“Hi, Honey, we brought take-out”
Oh thank God, I was just about to pass out!
The family saves the day once again
but tomorrow is a whole new day for hunger’s fighting to begin!