The Rumble That Ruined My Life Poem by Frankline Shem O.

It happened in math—so silent, so still,
Not even a whisper, not even a quill.
The numbers danced on the board in white chalk,
When suddenly… my stomach spoke.

GRRRRRROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAANNNN!

The teacher froze. The students gasped.
The classroom shook as the windows cracked.
The fire alarm blared, the ceiling caved,
A pigeon outside lost all its waves.

Timmy screamed. The teacher cried.
The janitor quit. The principal died.
The PA crackled: 'THIS IS NOT A DRILL.'
The lunch lady whispered, 'Dear God, be still.'

My stomach rumbled—again, much worse,
Summoning something dark and perverse.
The ground split open—a portal appeared!
Through it crawled… my deepest fears.

I bolted fast—I had no choice!
Before my belly found its voice!
But as I fled, one final curse—
THE MIC PICKED UP MY SECOND BURST.

It echoed loud, it shook the air,
It trended fast—I felt despair.

Now I'm famous—oh, hooray!
My stomach has its own fan page today.

A reporter cried, 'Stand back, stay safe!
It's the loudest stomach in the Milky Way! '
Helicopters swarmed—CNN went live,
A scientist yelled, 'IS HE EVEN ALIVE? ! '

I clutched my gut. I tried to explain!
'I JUST MISSED BREAKFAST! PLEASE, REMAIN SANE! '
But my stomach growled… one last time.
The world went dark. The clocks stopped their chime.

And so, my friends, let this be known:
Never skip meals. Eat or be owned.