Stubbed Toe

Hunger has once again come back.

So, to the kitchen I take my walk.

Halfway there comes the attack.

On the table end my foot does balk.

With each new step intensifying pain.

From my journey I must take a rest.

To the nearest couch I fall and wane.

But I know I will pass this test.

The ache from memory will fade.

And the sustenance shall be made.