That's all very well, but suppose the grumbling tum was not yours . . .
Well it certainly wasn't mine, look you!
Why does every thing taste so good, so late?
Nothing like a late night run to the kitchen!
Nighty night!
how could one grumbleor even mumble when you will preparea feast fit for a bear
Of course, raid the fridge and sleep tight ~
Sounds like a plan!
Your humor warms my insides! Thank you.
I think I will, Thanks! Such a cute poem.
Definitely!!!
... and what would that be? Peanut butter!
The late, great eating plan.
Ah night hunger, that keeps us from sleep. The cure is in the rhyme!
I should print this out and tape to my fridge!!!
for sure! sometimes just the temptation to open the fridge while closing up the lights before sleeping... JJRod'z
Sounds right as right!;)
That's all very well, but suppose the grumbling tum was not yours . . .
ReplyDeleteWell it certainly wasn't mine, look you!
DeleteWhy does every thing taste so good, so late?
ReplyDeleteNothing like a late night run to the kitchen!
ReplyDeleteNighty night!
ReplyDeletehow could one grumble
ReplyDeleteor even mumble
when you will prepare
a feast fit for a bear
Of course, raid the fridge and sleep tight ~
ReplyDeleteSounds like a plan!
ReplyDeleteYour humor warms my insides! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI think I will, Thanks! Such a cute poem.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely!!!
ReplyDelete... and what would that be? Peanut butter!
ReplyDeleteThe late, great eating plan.
ReplyDeleteAh night hunger, that keeps us from sleep. The cure is in the rhyme!
ReplyDeleteI should print this out and tape to my fridge!!!
ReplyDeletefor sure! sometimes just the temptation to open the fridge while closing up the lights before sleeping...
ReplyDeleteJJRod'z
Sounds right as right!
ReplyDelete;)