On a Raid
Surreptitiously she crept
Her way toward the refrigerator
Where leftover chocolate pudding
Had been stored for eating later
Of course, you know how it is
In this kind of circumstance
First one in gets the goodies
There is no second chance
Fearing missing out on treats
You sneak around late at night
Frantically raiding the fridge
Scoffing leftovers in one bite
Then in the morning suspicions mount
Accusations of theft are thrown about
But you feel no guilt, just nicely smug
And wipe the evidence from your snout
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