The hunger & the bugger

The sky gave out a cry, 

The wind began to tremble,

I sighted a plate of chicken fry,

Then my stomach began to grumble.

As the chicken stared at me,

I wondered what piece to eat,

Then I looked at the damn fee,

And my heart began to pound not beat.

Fee was high & hunger was nigh,

But I still walked in carrying nothing but a cent,

Having eaten it all & given out a sigh,

Washing of dishes came next & my energy was spent.

But hunger still awaited me

And the grumbling began once more,

In hunger, I searched for food that was free,

My efforts however no results bore.

I vowed to never let hunger go to my head,

I carry a dabba with me instead!

This is pair poetry done by Yashad Kirtane and me at Poetry Tuesday - 8. I wrote the lines in Yellow.