• As I woke from my dreary slumber
    My stomach started to growl with thunder.
    This pain I felt was like none before
    Was it from that damn old whore?
    No! I shouted in fright.
    The desire I seek comes with great might.
    The object, as if it was gold,
    A dear friend, true and old.
    I ran downstairs to my treasure
    I could feel it, my only pleasure.
    The pantry door smashed open with a slam
    I threw on the floor the bread and jam
    To the thing I hold most dear.
    Pudding.