Short Poems, Long Poems & Limericks

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Midnight Snack

The clock strikes twelve and it's the middle

Of the dark end to the day

And it's usually when my stomach wakes up

To grumble and rumble and say:

“The snacking hour is upon us

Head quickly to fridge

And hasten to the kitchen

Because I need more than just a smidgen

Of food to ease my itch”

So I pile up a plate

With all I can find

Not a crumb or a cornflake

Gets left behind

It's a feast fit for a fatty king

Or any very hungry thing

And so I eat the night away

My stomach has a blast

Until the sun rises in the sky

And it's time to get breakfast.


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