Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Comfort Food

I'm running low on homophones, so this week's is short, light, metered and rhymed. 

Comfort Food

The huddled living lividly
In scarCities of common guise
Consoling ever vividly
In matter to metabolize

The hunger leering lucidly
Commanding craven cravings, I
Contort my ken of calories
And reach for further curly fries

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

evermak I cannot decide if its about being hungry or homeless. Either way the fries got your attention