Challenge
Problems
We all have seemingly insignificant problems (ex: a drive through burger place forgot to make my fries), so give me a short poem about one of these small tragedies. Have fun, the little problems count too!
Stubbed Toe
Hunger has once again come back.
So, to the kitchen I take my walk.
Halfway there comes the attack.
On the table end my foot does balk.
With each new step intensifying pain.
From my journey I must take a rest.
To the nearest couch I fall and wane.
But I know I will pass this test.
The ache from memory will fade.
And the sustenance shall be made.