Today's prompt was "confession"...
I could, I suppose, have taken it as seriously as it was meant, and write a proper confessional poem. However, that would be quite unpleasant for me to write, and unpleasant for you to read, so in the interest of sparing us all a bunch of grief, I elected for parody instead. (I do hope that we are not given "parody" as a prompt....)
This is based off a poem by Emily Dickinson. And, let's be honest. It sort of had it coming:
I tasted cake not meant for me
From the chocolate glory, I stole a share -
Not all the five-star bakers could
Produce a taste as I took there.
Inebriate of cocoa - me -
And a debauchee too -
Reeling through a chocolate haze -
I drank her coffee too -
And then my sister came in again -
The desecration spied -
"They stole it from us, my Precious!" she yells -
I lick my fingers and hide.
And, no. I am not really given to scoffing down other people's chocolate cake, nor quaffing coffee that does not belong to me.