January 28, 2011

• Snatching without Snitching

   

  

  photo courtesy of Diane Wheeler

  (This is a bit Seussian.

  But, if I were to write a picture book,

  it’d be like this.)

  The quiche sat on the desk,

  my beloved coworker’s quiche.

  She left her desk.

  I snatched the quiche, but I did not snitch.

  I held it close to my nose and sniffed.

  I wafted waves of fragrant bacon.

  And then I walked away.

  My friend came back and I confessed,

  “I snatched your quiche, but I did not snitch.”

  But still, it was a transgression to waft without permission.

  My friend was kind and she replied,

  “You can caress my quiche whenever you wish.”

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