Hungry

At some point someone thought it would be clever, for hungry people to get together and sit around for an hour or two, while being tortured by the smell of food. In theory, I guess it might make sense, if you add in, it’s under the pretense, we’re here to count blessings, be thankful and all keep our cool.  BUT…. I’m getting hungry, hungry.  I must repeat.  I’m getting hungry, hungry.  Give me something to eat.  I’m getting hungry, hungry, for some turkey.  I’m getting hungry. 

Look my sugar’s getting low and I got nowhere to go.  If I don’t eat soon you’re gonna see me explode.  Trust me, you don’t want me, to release this beast cause people, please, I’m getting hangry. I’m getting hangry, hangry.  I must repeat.  I’m getting hangry, hangry.  Give me something to eat.  I’m getting hangry, hangry, for some turkey.  I’m getting hangry.

Now I’m getting really nervous can you guess why?  My hands are getting shaky.  I just might cry.  My belly right now is like a deep abyss.  I’m a nervous wreck and I’m hanxious.  I’m getting hanxious, hanxious.  I must repeat.  I’m getting hanxious, hanxious.  Give me something to eat.  I’m getting hanxious, hanxious. for some turkey.  I’m getting hanxious. 

Mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, green beans, cranberries or just a dinner roll please.  Perhaps just a cracker with little piece of cheese?  All I’m asking is, that you feed me.

I’m getting hungry.  I’m really hungry.   I’m so hungry,  hungry.

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