Thou clock hath reached its twelfth hour and my belly rumbles as if to waketh an angry beast from its slumber
To tame this beast, it seemeth only right that I must consume to cease such devilish pangs of hunger that keepeth the trembles quiver
I telleth mine self, fear not rampant beast, there is a solution to this troublesome problem... we must make haste to thine fridge for there are treasures both man and woman desire....food
Oh curses ! I forgot to doth thine shop for food yesterday, let us hopeth there is a snack in thine treasure chest
I open thine chest and covereth mine eyes from its blazing light that fills the room , I adjust mine eyes and to no surprise, the chest is exsufflicate, oh curses ! , oh curses ! I scream
I search each shelf of the chest, seeing nothing but milk and some vegtables, unfortunately that wilt not suffice this ever raging beast
Is all hope lost ? Must I attempt survival of thine night with this beast which wilt not alloweth me slumber ?
I dart mine eyes into the cold abyss ; the freezer .... my last hope....
With a yell that would scare the gods , I shouteth , Hoo-rah !, Hoo-rah ! it seemeth I hath Oreo flavoured Ice Cream that has remained untouched of human hands
I check this valuable piece of treasure, it is full and the fragments of Oreo glisten like the stars that brighten the heavens
The beast wilt cease its rage , for this day lady luck has bestowed her blessings on me...
Note to thyself : On the morrow , thine quest for food will begin...
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 8:15 PM UTC
Thou clock hath reached its twelfth hour and my belly rumbles as if to waketh an angry beast from its slumber
To tame this beast, it seemeth only right that I must consume to cease such devilish pangs of hunger that keepeth the trembles quiver
I telleth mine self, fear not rampant beast, there is a solution to this troublesome problem... we must make haste to thine fridge for there are treasures both man and woman desire....food
Oh curses ! I forgot to doth thine shop for food yesterday, let us hopeth there is a snack in thine treasure chest
I open thine chest and covereth mine eyes from its blazing light that fills the room , I adjust mine eyes and to no surprise, the chest is exsufflicate, oh curses ! , oh curses ! I scream
I search each shelf of the chest, seeing nothing but milk and some vegtables, unfortunately that wilt not suffice this ever raging beast
Is all hope lost ? Must I attempt survival of thine night with this beast which wilt not alloweth me slumber ?
I dart mine eyes into the cold abyss ; the freezer .... my last hope....
With a yell that would scare the gods , I shouteth , Hoo-rah !, Hoo-rah ! it seemeth I hath Oreo flavoured Ice Cream that has remained untouched of human hands
I check this valuable piece of treasure, it is full and the fragments of Oreo glisten like the stars that brighten the heavens
The beast wilt cease its rage , for this day lady luck has bestowed her blessings on me...
Note to thyself : On the morrow , thine quest for food will begin...
I tried writing a poem about midnight snacking in Shakespearean/Olde English hope you enjoy