Carefully the can of Pringles
Seems to fall into my hands
Oh come on just give me one chip
My friend frustratingly demands
All the biscuits I do carry
Seem to crumble into pieces
I’ve got an addictive craving
For them, peanut butter Reese’s
A creamy caramel sundae
Vanilla ice cream is divine
Or even chocolate bars or cones
I keep wishing they were all mine
A fanatic little foodie
Who just can’t seem to stop wanting
I think of food so frequently
Even nightmares they’ve been haunting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem nice editing