Midnight Feast

It growls again,
A monsterous beast,
But it's only my stomach,
Looking for a midnight feast,

I'm awoken,
By it's painful rumble,
I feel so weak,
I begin to tumble,

I tip-toe to the kitchen,
I have to be nice and quiet,
But knowing who I am,
I'm bound to make a riot,

I can't go back to sleep,
So I open the fridge door,
Left overs, the usual,
But I want something more,

Thunder from my stomach,
I have to find something to eat,
I open the pantry,
In hope to find a treat,

Nope,
Nothing to eat there,
It's weird to think my kitchen,
Is entirely bare,

But before I leave,
Sitting on the table,
I see a small jar,
And then I read the label,

'Peanut Butter'
Finally something yummy,
Now I can soothe the awful pain,
By putting this in my tummy,

Not quite a feast,
But something just as great,
I get some bread, Use the P.B,
And chuck it on a plate,

One day I'll have a proper feast,
And invite all the friends of me,
And then we'll all have cupcakes,
And a nice big cup of tea!