In dreaded famish, he beckons his famulus,
'Take a brisk walk down the stream;
And buy me that delicious stimulus';
As he was starting to lose his dream.
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This poem reminds me of Babara Fretchie by John Greenleaf. A perfect rhyming poem under the grace of clear narration. You are good, brother!