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