I get a little hungry, so I hustle downstairs
See the Peanut butter and jelly and I start to stare
my stomach begins to rumble, a thought begins processing in my head
I'm now craving a sandwich, I say to myself " go get the bread"
I had just eaten dinner, I was confused on why I was still hungry
but the stomach wants what it wants and that's how it must be.
I get the knife, the cutting board, the Jelly, and peanut butter but the bread is nowhere to be found
I'm looking around everywhere, searching searching . seems like the bread is in the mouth of the grey hound.
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PuisiMany different kinds of poems from all different types of perspectives. Speaks from the heart and the soul, all original.