What’s for Dinner?
“What’s for dinner?” Wendy wondered,
sounding hungry, and annoyed.
“Mummy, make me something yummy!
“In my tummy, there’s a void.”
“Something sweet, or something meaty,
Something fricasseed or fried,
something crunchy for my munchies,”
starving Wendy begged and cried.
“I’ll eat anything you offer,
every morsel. Every bite!”
Wendy’s mum made her a salad.
Wendy lost her appetite.