Uma Natarajan

Jimmy and me

Jimmy and me
Both make a whole some we
Both are hungry
Jimmy is angry
Nothing to eat
Nor to cheat
Filled with fatigue
I look antique
No stamina to cook
Just stare at the hook
Open the fridge
At the edge
A piece of bread
Making me dread
 Mouth watering
Jimmy jumps
Gulps the piece with bump
And barks at me
At winning the battle