My midnight date

Midnight hunger pangs,

And the cold dark Corridor,

My bed spoils me good,

So warm it wouldn't let me move.

A hungry roar and an angry stomach ,

I leave my happy bed,

For the cold oh but for the food I crave,

I shove it down my throat so quick,

Some tea so hot to wash it down,

Then I rush back to the feathers and fleece,

To fall asleep between my blankets warm,

To continue with my midnight date,

Yes, to my bed who loves me so much! ;)