Maybe I
Am
Hungry...
Maybe I
Am
Anxious...
My stomach
Is
Turning
In
Circles...
Man what
Is
He
Cooking?
Having
Patience
Is like
Holding
Your
Pee...
It could
Only work
For so long...
I peered
Around the
Corner,
My eyes
Scattered
The
Whole
Kitchen...
I smelled Seasons
I think I have seen chickens...
I clutched my
Stomach
From the
Hunger
Created from
The
Delicious redolence...
I Smell
Biscuits
Or maybe
Fish sticks...
I Love
Peanut Butter
And
Jelly...
Although
It doesn't
Make
Me Full
It
Just Tastes
Yummy 😋
I ran out of my
Bedroom
And
Down the
Hall...
But behind
His back
I could
See
Nothing
At All...
Mama sent
Me back
To my
Room...
She said when Dinner
Is Ready,
Dad will give me
A Holler!
But All
I really wanted
To know
Is
What was He Cooking?
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