This was inspired - if that is not too grand a word - by my work potluck this past Friday - who hasn't faced "the last cookie" dilemma?
Poor last cookie, alone on the plate No one partook, no one ate Not for lack of flavor, this I know Having already sampled its sweet morsels Only one, is it wrong to steal a bite From someone who's tempered their appetite? Could I conceive of anyone so flip As to decline the temptation of chocolate chip? Must I do a stranger a favor And step aside so they may savor The succulence of the final taste Or grab it now, in greed and haste? The debate is settled by my mother's standards Whose inner voice insists I show good manners.
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