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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Daniel Turner

Date: 4/19/2023 8:01:00 PM

I live alone. No such conversations here. I do still raid the fridge regularly, Julie.

Julie Draper
Date: 4/20/2023 1:53:00 PM

Everyone in my house raids the fridge on a daily basis haha!

Yann Rolland

Date: 4/7/2023 5:20:00 PM

very attractive poem indeed, i like to thieve and sneak around too into my refrigerator, there are such good things in there, thanks for the amusing touch have a nice week end,

Julie Draper
Date: 4/8/2023 8:44:00 PM

Thanks Yann, I think we've all been there! A happy weekend to you too :)