Chewed Out

Things were fine, the day was great

Then stepped in, that oft cruel fate

Quiet and calm, ‘twas a sneaking thing

Aided on by the wearer of a wedding ring

I came home, the workday done

Groggy and tired, evening had begun

My wife was no place to be found

To the kitchen I went, for a Fudge Round

There’s nothing quite like a pre-dinner treat

But an empty Little Debbie box revealed defeat

I thrashed, I cried, I cursed at life

But quietly so as not to tip off my wife

She could have come and saved the day

“I’ll m...