Hunger
'Twas a chill November day,
hunger it did call on me.
No morsel nor victual
was to be found to soothe me.
Then the voice of an angel
Rang clear in my empty head,
"Node for food, you, Node for food.
'Twill serve ye in goodly stead."
Node equals food? pondering...
How could that be? Food equals node?
Where would it come from and how...
How would it come, to my abode?
Then the voice of an angel
Rang clear in my empty head,
"Node for food, you, Node for food.
'Twill serve ye in goodly stead."
Then did I node this node
and hunger was soon forgot.
For cookies and cakes, sweet friend,
Honest, I can surely be bought!
Then the voice of an angel
Rang clear in my empty head,
"Node for food, you, Node for food.
'Twill serve ye in goodly stead."