Like a squawking duck fighting
for a piece of bread tossed
by one lone pig-tailed girl,
I fought for attention from my mother.
The girl has only one slice,
twelve pieces.
The big Mallard in front will eat six ,
the slow one will get none.
I fight off two others
for a half-soggy piece I salvage and gulp down.
Does the girl notice that some are still hungry?
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lol - I like this one!
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