My stomach grumbles,
And barks and growls in furious protesting sounds,
I try in vain to ignore the menacing barks,
But that makes it groan in louder threats,
I still manage to pretend to ignore them,
Then a serious Selma like rioting accompanies the groans,
There was no food around,
But the protests grew so loud and got so raucous and serious I had to stop,
Stop all I was doing and go bribe my stomach into temporary silence,
I rushed to a distant nearest restaurant where I was served a proper meal,
To restore quickly falling energy levels,
This is what hard work does to strength,
It saps it and for me,
This is the only time when a bribe is allowed,
When a rioting stomach is bribed with a meal,
Served by honest means.
Brussels © January 2015 afesehngwaHilary
