And then it hits me, I seem to have a hankering. This beast called hunger slowly starts to set its anchor in. So I'm searching frantically, but there's nothing here, When suddenly, a crunching that's familiar to my ears. I see the bag, color green, easily my favorite. And in my mind, I'm already eating them and savoring. My wife-to-be keeps eating them, my delicious chips, On her side, some salsa, all I really want's a dip. But to my surprise, when I attempt to reach and grab some. All I catch is air, there're just a couple sad crumbs.
Silly poem from day 6 of the last 30-day poetry challenge.