What has my tummy got inside?
I often sit and wonder.
(Sometimes it makes the strangest noise,
like very angry thunder.)
Now, what did I eat for breakfast?
Not that much, as I recall.
Fried eggs, baked beans, and marmalade,
with hot porridge first of all.
And what about last night’s dinner?
That yummy seafood pasta —
With chocolate mousse to follow,
Now that might spell disaster!
And there’s something I’ve forgotten:
All those TV snacks last night —
Iced VoVos, Twisties, Jaffas —
Helped quell my appetite.
All the food that I’ve been eating
Has nowhere else to hide —
It’s all down in my tummy,
And I’d hate to see inside!
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #30