The Belly's Ballad

In the land of my belly, a rumble and grumble,

A hungry revolt, a tummy in trouble.

It growls and it gurgles, a symphony of need,

For food that's delicious, my hunger to feed.

It starts with a murmur, a soft little plea,

"Hey there, dear owner, have you thought about me?"

I ignore it at first, go about my day,

But the rumbling persists, it won't go away.

It's a hunger uprising, a protest in jest,

My stomach's a rebel, it won't take a rest.

It's like a little creature, a beast in my core,

Roaring for snacks, it can't take it anymore.

I try to be strong, to resist the call,

But my tummy's persuasive, it knows how to enthrall.

It speaks in a language of rumbles and pings,

A Morse code of hunger that only food brings.

I head to the kitchen, my fridge is the goal,

To satisfy the beast that's taken control.

I search for a snack, something tasty and funny,

To appease the rebellion in my hungry tummy.

Maybe a sandwich, a pizza, or pie,

I'll eat it with joy, and a contented sigh.

For in this stomach uprising, in this humorous plight,

I'll conquer the hunger with a tasty bite!