Munchies
The house is quiet, on a diet so
I long to raid the fridge.
I wonder what I'll find, so in my mind
I form a bridge..
That takes me into a sea of delight,
things are made out of chocolate but
my clothes are not tight.
I slink through meadows of popcorn and cake,
I am sylphlike in bikini(!) as I dive into a lake..
of alcohol!
The reality that sits in my fridge (when will I learn?)
is a mouldy old carrot and some milk that's on the turn!
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