As eight o’clock strikes, my tummy is rumbling,
“I’m ready for breakfast”, I hear myself grumbling,
Into the kitchen for something to eat,
I open the fridge and turn white as a sheet!
That milk’s very smelly, I think it is sour
No porridge this morning, my eyes start to scour.
That bread’s very green, that looks like mould,
Have a sneaking suspicion, that loaf is too old.
Into the freezer to look for a treat,
But treats are all gone, I ate them last week.
My mind in a quandry, my head starts to spin,
The house is plain empty, nothing within.
for Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 26 August, 2020, nothing.
Mister Bump 
Great poem.
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Too bad! I hate it when that happens!
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I might try to use that milk anyway. Do you reckon I should sieve the lumps out of it? 🙂
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Only if you want to get a tummy ache!
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🤣
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😹
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You have to go shopping…
Good morning, Pete.
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Good morning, Cap. It seems like a good time, I think. Top of the list must be some pains chocolats!
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Nothing is not a whole lot. I agree with the comment above, time to hit the grocery store 🙂
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I didn’t know you were such a good poet. Nicely done, Pete!
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These things are all really good fun, aren’t they, as long as you’re in the mood. I’m liking that I have four or five ways to answer this prompt now, I usually start with “I haven’t posted one of those for a while”.
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haha! Very cute! 🙂
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