Am I getting bigger or is the place getting smaller? It is getting crowded in here. I have to keep saying “pardon me” to me cohorts.
Pastries and pies consumed, plus every flavour of cookie that I would once say , “no thanks” to.
I guess I have gotten bigger. So much pressure on my friends sitting beside me. They shouldn’t have to tuck themselves in, especially because there’s no place for them to go.
My companions, Spleen and Pancreas, have to take what I give them and sort it out for the next. Being a stomach is no picnic.
Pastries and pies consumed, plus every flavour of cookie that I would once say , “no thanks” to.
I guess I have gotten bigger. So much pressure on my friends sitting beside me. They shouldn’t have to tuck themselves in, especially because there’s no place for them to go.
My companions, Spleen and Pancreas, have to take what I give them and sort it out for the next. Being a stomach is no picnic.
