By Pheenix   

When her stomach growls,
She can feel the pain.
It’s food she’s thinking of,
It’s food on her brain.

It ain’t the same
When she’s on a diet.
Eating salads and fruits
Only causes a riot.

She’s definitely not quiet
When it comes to her hunger.
Her stomach is rumbling
And it sounds like thunder.

Oh, please help her,
Food brings her joy.
She could probably eat a burger
The size of a boy.

Or something even bigger,
Like a giant cheese melt.
She’s non-stop
Like a conveyer belt.

Satisfaction is the feeling she gets,
When she absorbs the food’s aura.
It fills her tummy
With feelings of euphoria.

When she has no food
She gets really crappy.
Please give it to her
Because food makes her happy.

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