You'D Better Stop Stealing!

(This is a fictional poem) For the last few Fridays, you've been stealing from my grocery store. I'm not going to tolerate your behavior anymore. Last week you ate ten cookies from a pack and six pickles from a jar. You open things and eat part of it without paying and that's going too far. You say you're not stealing because you're not taking anything when you leave the store. You're carrying the stolen food in your stomach as you walk out the door. Your days of eating things in my store better cease. If you do it one more time, I'm going to call the police.