One fine summer’s evening, a quest came to me

In the form of a spirit, most primal and free

It called with a voice so strong and so sweet

That I got off my a** and climbed to my feet

I departed the world I had known so well

A comfortable place in which I had dwelled

I turned away from my home with a sigh

And left my warm bed with a tear in my eye

This magical quest required some gear

The outside world was a land full of fear

With the treacherous terrain to consider

I slipped my feet into my cozy slippers

As I was to depart, doubt filled my mind

Was it really worth leaving all this behind?

But the spirit, the Hunger, had such a powerful call

So I opened the door and stepped into the hall

The cold came riding, like a terrible swarm

As if Boreas himself had sent me this storm

I shivered and sniffed, any trace of warmth gone

I pressed through this curse: the AC was on

Past all the snow, the next challenge appeared

I came to a halt--it was worse than I’d feared

A sheer cliff dropped down into the air

Before me lay a tall flight of stairs

I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists

And took the first step into these treacherous mists

Far into the depths this cliff extended

Eighteen great steps I then descended 

Finally, my goal lay within sight

One last puzzle of my heroic plight

Behind it lay what I came for

There, standing still, the pantry door

I flung the door open, my journey complete

There was the food, my delicious treats

My journey completed, I began to head back

I happily returned to my bed with my snack