Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Minute poem three stanzas 8444, iambic pentameter, couplets


 Midnight Snack

My tummy grumbles in the night
It wants a bite
It keeps me up
It longs for sup

I stay in bed and start to pray  
It is my way
And then I sleep
But not too deep

I wake up then and head for food
It seems so rude
I’d like to stay
In bed all day

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