The Last Churro D:

The Last Churro
Written by Shadow Sora

'Tis Saturday eve,
And my stomach growls.
"I'm hungry!" it says,
As it drags me to the pantry.

I reach out with my hands
And grasp the walls firmly
But alas! It's too strong -
My stomach must have a churro! D:

Soon my fingers tear right through
The walls; My parents, in frustration
Call the houseworkers to repair all
The damage my stomach has done;

In the time of mean,
I still hold fast to the counter
Wherewith doth come an
Unruly assortment of knives.

My stomach still drags yonder
While I scream in distress -
And the luck is then bestowed
The knives all fly by.

But at what cost?
Look yonder! Knives
In the wall anon!
My parents are quite mad now.

I grab the island in our kitchen
Hoping for one last chance at hope
But 'tis ne'er meant to be!
My stomach continues its protest;

As my fingers give way
But nay, not my fingers -
'Tis the island instead!
It is there flung at yonder window -

My parents, with dismay
Cry, "Alas! Thou must give
Up the effort! It 'tis no use!
Your stomach must have yonder churro!"

With a tear in my eye, I
Finally let go my hard grasp
As I am flung towards the pantry
And hit the door with a thud.

I open the door, before
Any more damage is done.
And as dread and fate perchance would have
The last churro was gone! D: