[Guest Post]

I sit all alone with tummy a grumblin
Tired and hungry to the fridge I am fumblin

I don’t want to cook but need something to eat
I go for the dairy, then stare down at my feet

Remembering the wonderful nectar of cow
It brings me bliss, I reach for it now

A couple hours later my intestines remind me
The lactose intolerance leaves a gas wave behind me

Love it then hate it, the curds and the whey
Maybe I will make better choices next day

by Elizabeth Swift