sometimes we like a little snack,
perhaps it’s just a nib.

a little one that no one sees,
meaning there’s no fib.

a morsel often tiny,
yet decadent as hell,

a yearning quenched,
a fire drenched,
and no one knows to tell.

– what flavor be your liking?
which scent do you prefer?

– i really love the cherry one,
it goes well with the fur.

and then the crumbs,
they’re dusted off
and scarves are thrown about.

a little yip and waves good-bye,
then through the door she’s out.

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