My stomach is eating me up inside.
It was so very hungry, it rumbled and cried.
Now it’s nibbling on my ribs
Gnaws, chomps and nibs.
I could ask it to stop,
But I think it would be a flop.
I know how I am when I am starving
No listening to reason, just thinking of carving
Me a big piece of the nearest pie,
So I’ll not interfere, it won’t do to try.
Maybe my ribs will be just enough
So my belly won’t eat away my bones and stuff,
And, if it does, then let’s hope
That non-vital organs are in its scope.