Jun 18 2004
A Midnight Snack
The open window whispers with curtain weeping
While I leave my bed
A house cat prowls upon the carpet creeping
Startled, I hit my head
Floor boards moan braking my soft socks sneaking
I tiptoe downstairs
And to the quiet kitchen I go a seeking
My toe hits the chair
For my stomach is pour and creaking
It growls to complain
Into the fridge, is where my eyes are peeking
through meat loaf and champaign
Alas, my leftover pizza has started reeking
It came out really well Chris.
