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And so it begins … my crew will over treat themselves to ample chocolate for I have just stuffed our pantry sweetly-full again:

No one will know why the stocked, offered sweets, meant to last 
about a week were otherwise offed before two full days passed;

All will be equally mute and dumb about sweet crumbs in play
room, den, beds, and chocolate lint-hit debris I find in pockets;

No one will claim a food mess made and left to be discovered,
no, they will all blame pals, fictitious gerbils and each other; 

When a sweet ingredient vanishes that I bought for a recipe,
no family peep will be able to describe or imagine its demise; 

and, despite my threat of live yard burial, they take my choc favs 
that are small, round and perfectly top off their chocolate cereal. 

I have a good-sized, hidden, box with drawers full of the best stuff.
Looking thru cleaning products would be conduct void of any profit
so, I am confident my stash, by child or spouse, will never be found. 
I often hide in my closet to suck or chew my way to chocolate heaven.
When eat-hiding, I cuss about my kids lack of any mature desires
raring to thread a needle of ambition to sew up some consideration.
All of my offspring take after their Dad; they are myopic and episodic.
They overeat, overly zoned out on electronics like lab rats on narcotics.

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