From a prompt to write about fortune
A melody pops in my head
My brain is playing again with words
Try not to groan with dread.
I’m not making loads of money
Or singing the easy street song
I’m singing praises for tuna
When food options simply are wrong.
I’m severely addicted to sugar
And though it might seem like a treat
I really don’t want what it comes with
I’d rather have tuna to eat.
For tuna’s not my favorite food
But it’s better than nothing at all
I don’t have to flounder
Or jump, leap, or bounder
When hunger’s pangs start to call.
When options right now are simply too sweet
I reach into my purse
There’s a packet for tuna
By day or by luna
It works for me: Better or verse.