Pay the Damn Fee

Pay The Damn Fee! I felt so famish. Yet I knew I had to pay a fee. I was in anguish. I wanted to plead. An alibi I needed to establish. So, no trouble would come for me One that didn’t sound so outlandish. So, I’d be free. To where my hunger could parish. So, I could feed And finally, my need would vanish I felt such glee In my head, I decided. What the heck, just take that Cheese Danish, there’s no harm. I grabbed it and shoved it into my pocket. Whoopee for me! The officer put his arm on my shoulder from behind me. He had such glee I already knew that I would be in trouble for not paying the fee. “Crap officer, it was gluttony.” I said with honesty. “Oh, I know, but I guarantee that you’ll pay your fee. With a cell mate named Candee.”