A Taste Of Hunger

A Taste Of Hunger

One request- so tall

 

Your eyes, said it all

 

We got into the mall

 

 

 

All I did was call

 

From behind the wall

 

For the attendants in the hall

 

 

 

Your choice wasn’t the balls

 

Your pick was Shawarma

 

I offered you banana

 

 

 

I crooned you some la-la-la

 

You said it doesn’t matter

 

Your hungered for Shawarma

 

 

 

I felt the balls again;

 

Hot, steamy and crunchy

 

You insist -Sharwarma

 

 

 

Now I say whatever

 

You will get it though

 

Not until mañana



5 thoughts on “A Taste Of Hunger” by writefight (@writefight)

  1. Uhm… maybe I get this; maybe I don’t. Nice rhyme.

  2. Some people will remain hungry, no matter what is offered. Nice lines…

  3. Sunshine (@nicolebassey)

    hmmm,not quite vintage writfight.

    1. Sunshine (@nicolebassey)

      but still interesting , keep writing.

  4. hunger is bad -nice poem

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