Grumbles and mumbles
as my inner workings tumble
And all my kindness
packs its bags for someplace
fuller
Left alone, just me and the bone
to pick with plenty of meat left
clinging all 'round
I snarl, I gloom
I stare 'round the room
and I impatiently await
food entering my face
Hungrily angry
Hangry for short
Don't come near me,
until I've eaten,
good sport.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
Grumbles and mumbles
as my inner workings tumble
And all my kindness
packs its bags for someplace
fuller
Left alone, just me and the bone
to pick with plenty of meat left
clinging all 'round
I snarl, I gloom
I stare 'round the room
and I impatiently await
food entering my face
Hungrily angry
Hangry for short
Don't come near me,
until I've eaten,
good sport.
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