Fair Warning

No need to worry about what it is we’ll eat,
as you get off your chairs to meet and greet.
No need to straighten up the house each day,
because we clean our mess and put things away.
And no need to think up things to do—
you can breathe a sigh on that one too.
So relax . . . . enjoy.
What could be better than guests to include
than ones who bring their very own food?
But there is one thing I must confess,
a small thing done to some excess:
I am a noted night-time snacker,
and mind you, not the kind who munches an occasional cracker.
Not your ten almonds slowly savoured kind,
but a jar full of salted seasoned nuts, eaten, not refined,
but taken by the handful when I’m so inclined.
And not your one slice of pie nibbled a bite at a time,
but an ‘I-ate-the-whole-thing’ beast, who gobbles after your bedtime.
And not one who eats dark chocolate in a measured ounce,
chased down with a dram that’s hard to pronounce,
but an any-shade-I-don’t-discrimminate
eaten by the bagful ’cause I can’t wait.
Yes,
sweet, sincere, smiling me,
will go on a nightlong feeding spree.
So, one kind word of advice,
if there’s something you savour by the box or slice,
just hide it well or give it to a friend,
’cause from start to finish there is no end.
I’ll sniff and smell, track and trace,
ferret it out and well, without disgrace.
Nothing’s sacred, safe, or sure,
my night time prowl has no cure.
And if you don’t believe what it is I say,
just ask E, any old day.

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