Empty belly

Interesting this.

Mine isn’t often.

In fact, almost never was.

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But yesterday I rushed out on a walk

With a single marmite sandwich

And a jar of fruit compot.

And a flask of tap water

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Twenty miles,

Easily done

In familiar company,

Followed by a swift half

Waiting for a train,

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I found the fruit compot went well

Floated in the beer.

Sacrilege?

Then the train

And a gardening diversion

And home after dark without hunger.

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I woke with a belly as empty as I’ve known it

And still no hunger.

I enjoyed the feeling

Before I filled it.

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The Schnark’s approach to health

Is something like the Pac Man’s;

Eat everything that presents itself,

Perhaps concentrating on what tastes good.

But really everything,

If in doubt scoff it.

Squishy plums off the ground, and

A jar of jam

Left upside down

On the kitchen floor –

Failed to seal, and dribbled a puddle

And all I can think

Is how best to lap it up.

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A varied diet is helpful

And easier to attain with a strong appetite.

I wonder how this will develop

As my appetite wanes

In old age.

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And will I be infected,

By the fear of infection

That inhabits so many?