Stomach Pangs

Betty was grumpy, such hunger she felt counting
calories, not noshing in-between meals.  Yet her
friend, Fay, being hypo-glycemic, needed to eat
every two hours, lest she would faint.  Mickey
Mouse, Goofy, sandwiched in food envy I am,
thought Betty, as the two strode around the
Disneyland realm, while Fay, snacking on
a granola bar, smacked lips went, “Umm”
and Betty felt the dry roof of her mouth,
pleaded within for Doc, thought of old
Alice in Wonderland, Snow White, a
scene of the ugly sisters as the gut
monster, the tummy tugging troll
growling for grub, a morsel, an
ort of grain of a scrap of sugar,
urged retaliation, a puss slap,
a, How dare you gnaw and
slurp and gulp, as I am so
dwarfed by rides and red
desire, a monorail, this
appetite extant.  So I
crave, and you feed,
here comes Donald
Duck, this bites.


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Writer’s Cramp Winner
2-15-16