Midnight snack I hear you calling
cookies, cake or chips for mauling.
The creaky step that is between us
and creaky door will tell on me,
You’re on my mind and will not leave,
I want to devour you until I heave.
The satisfaction of that pie,
or cornbread pudding in the fridge so high,
Surely others I will wake
if I give in to you chocolate cake.
Does not matter, I will not sleep
until my tongue tastes of your frosting so sweet.
I need my sleep but I know I will not
until I go to you my pastry with filling of apricot
Here I come, ready or not
as I spring for the door up off of my cot,
if you should awaken upon my sneak
pull up a chair, grab a fork, grab a spoon
we’ll start with the cheese as big as the moon
then together we’ll peak at the goodies galore
behind the bright halo of the silver fridge door.