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Lunch
Do I hear a crunch?
Do I hear a munch?
What of the clitter-clatter heard at lunch?
She smiles at me,
with menacing eyes.
And says Sally sold me some meaty pies!
"Seemingly so,"
I whisper with woe.
I want some pie--I'm stubbing my toe!
Time to leave now,
Oh, heavens above!
My mouth is a-water, I dove for the stove!
There is butter that's melting,
sliming the pot.
It's calling to me, my lips are pulled taut!
Am I growling now?
Now, how does a cow,
so roasting and drippy, get hit with a pow?
I'm ravenous now,
and ripping through numbers.
My mouth is munching
crunching
and more.
And what of the others? They are in a deep slumber.
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At first glance, and in a more literal sense, this was written from a hungry dog's perpective. :P