In hunger's grasp, I hobble and strain,
Like crutches, my stomach in pain.
Wheelchair dreams, where food does reign.

Through the fridge I lurch and swoop,
Craving snacks like a ravenous troop.
Wheelchair spins, in fridge I stoop.

Cupboards bare, I shuffle and creep,
Crutches clatter, in corners I peep.
Wheelchair squeaks, as I search deep.

In the pantry, hope starts to rise,
Craving sustenance in food's disguise.
Wheelchair waits, for the feast's surprise.

Oh, hunger's game, a limping chase,
Crutches creak, in food's embrace.
Wheelchair rolls, in hunger's pace.

Thus hunger and I, in this quirky bout,
Crutches and wheels, we twist about.
Wheelchair waits, for food to sprout.