My stomach is grumbling.
My stomach is rumbling.
Oh dear! What have I found?
My stomach is gurgling.
My stomach is burbling.
It's making a terrible sound.
My stomach is
on a roll,
making noises
I can't control.
For these noises,
I am not proud.
Please forgive me
for being loud.
I'm sitting at my computer wondering what I'll write a poem about today and my stomach starts making churning noises from the glass of water I just drank. WOW! I remember in fourth grade sitting at my desk and my stomach made noises I couldn't control. It was so embarrassing. I was sure my classmates would tease me about my loud stomach until I heard someone else's stomach growling too. That person with the loud stomach became my best friend, and my classmates and I would sit quietly just before lunch to see who had the loudest stomach. It turned out our teacher had a loud grumbly stomach too. Has this sort of thing happened to you? Take a moment to sit and quietly listen. What do you hear? Can you write a poem about that today? Have fun writing.
Sometimes I hear blood rushing through my ears. Sometimes it is only my stomach gurgling.
Joy, this is a delightful poem and makes me think it is time for breakfast. My stomach is calling me.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Carol. I have lots of conversations with my stomach, too.
DeleteStomachs can be rather demanding. ;)
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