The 'Poem A Day' Project - Day 99 Poem by Flying Lemming

You may think I’m mad or a little confused
But I find that my peace is being abused
Whenever I try to sit and relax
I hear the noise of my cat eating snacks
And when I change rooms to escape from the crunch
I smell my dog cooking himself stew for lunch
And when I leave the house to get free
The sound of the birds eating crisps above me
I hide in the shed but while I’m in there
I get the scent of the spider’s éclair
Wherever I go I find that the sound
And smell of food follows me around
It didn’t always used to be that way
It’s ‘cos I started my diet today