Alan Going Hungry
By Alan, 826DC
This poem describes the thoughts of hunger.
The green scooter whizzed past me.
It reminded me of the flickering green lights above me.
The sidewalk was dirty, but somebody thought it was a delicious cake, so they licked it anyway.
I’m hungry now. Chick-fil-A smells tasty.
I hear the loud BEEP BEEP Of the bus.
I guess it’s time to go home.