Who dares to steal in the dead of night sacred morsels right out from under his nose mount an inquisition follow the trail to it’s deviant source Halt ! he bellows who goes there brandishing implements of sacrilege close the gates seal off the moat no ones leaves until such savagery is exposed cunning lies stuck down under the white hot glare of the fridge light clandestine cheese snatchers take heed your nibbles are numbered !
Another poem about sharing the fridge...my Dad ( who we were living with at the time ) had a few moments of "where did my snack go "? !