The hunger pangs I feel are real. <br />My stomachs growling to be fed, <br />This is no quiet mute appeal <br />refuses to be quieted. <br />Nouveau cuisine just will not do <br />no pretty pictures on a plate <br />I really need something to chew <br /> some prime beef steak to masticate. <br />My stomach clearly understands <br /> exactly what it wants and needs <br /> Expects me to obey its commands <br /> and as always it succeeds. <br />A T bone steak with some French fries <br />My stomach usually satisfies.<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/food-glorious-food-for-friend-thad/
