Its mid day already,
And time for my lunch.
I want something tasty,
Something to munch.
I go to the kitchen,
Open a door,
I look at the contents,
They seem rather poor.
Maybe some tuna,
I search and I peek.
Oh darn, I remember,
I ate it last week!
A sandwich perhaps,
I pull out the bread!
Oh, its gone all green.
That won't get me fed.
I sigh and I moan,
Thinking of food,
My tummy is rumbling,
I'm in a bad mood.
Potatoes, now there's an idea.
I grab one and scrub,
I'll bake in its jacket,
It'll be nice tasty grub.
In the microwave,
For a minute or two,
Beep, beep it is done,
Fully cooked through.
What shall I add?
To make it taste great,
Some cheese and tomato,
I throw on the plate.
Yum, now that's very tasty,
Not a bad meal,
I eat every scrap,
Even the peel.
My tummy is happy,
Couldn't eat another bite.
Back to work now,
I've poems to write.
