Every night Walter left cookies beside his bed
Never expecting them to be gone by morning, but a small part hoped really hard
They were his offering to the Sandman for dreams that never came
Eventually the Sandman had to get hungry and grant him his wish of a dream. It was Walter’s only hope
Reaching for a snack as he got out of bed, he didn’t notice that the cookie he took reappeared as he walked away.
Determined to consume her weight in pasta
It tasted so good. The sauce was so savory
Slurping noodle after noodle splattered sauce everywhere
Her date watched with a hungry smile. He thought she was such a tasty…
Putting the food for today on her credit card
Or she would have, but it was denied like usual
Of course, that meant she was going to go hungry again
Really if it happened too much longer and she would get a meal at the emergency room
Good char slowly developed on the wieners
Releasing their juices to drip onto the hungry flames below
It made a pleasing aroma to those gathered around
Leaving them to contemplate the communal feast they were about to partake
Loving the dog days of summer
She was so hungry. It had been way too long
Now she had lots of opportunities to do something about it
And she sampled a few of the wares offered to her, but none had hit the spot
Candy for the eye almost always left her unsatisfied
Knowing all that, she was still willing to give him a try. She was in the mood for at least a…
“Where be the trees? I cannot see them because of this forest!”
“Oy vey! I should have known you would branch down that path.”
“Okay, I see your timber, but don’t worry. I’m not going to leaf you there.”
“Don’t go farther. My bark is worst than my bite and I am getting pretty hungry.”
“So I shouldn’t tell you about how thicket’s getting around here?”
Legions of words were peppered among the many shelves
It left the heady scent of knowledge permeating the air
Bracing herself, she picked up the first tome she saw
Reading the contents left her hungry for more
And so she consumed another, and then another. She kept going
Ravaging the stacks, never feeling sated
Yet the feast did not disappoint
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Sliding along life, day by day
Looking for where his next grift would be
It kept things interesting.
Could be he’d hit it big or go hungry
Knowing would be boring, more fun to keep on sliding
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But he didn’t have the money to pay
It made him feel really bad, but he had been so hungry
Leaving the slip on the table with an “I’m sorry” note
Larry couldn’t really enjoy his first meal in three days as he ran away
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Soooooo hungry
Nibbling on fresh air
And that was not satisfying
Craving sustenance
Knowing nothing was coming
Finding willpower
Reaching for a cup of tea
Everything will be okay
Even if his stomach disagreed
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