Douglas bought a bag of chips
he did not want to share,
and so he hid it in his room
beneath his bed with care.
He opened up the bag of chips
and ate three, one by one.
He popped them in his mouth with glee —
not sharing them was fun.
He walked into the living room
and saw his brother, Bill,
who if he knew about those chips
would try to eat his fill.
Yes, Douglas smiled and left the room
as he thought of that,
yet down beneath his bed right then,
he would have found his cat.
The Lonely Meatball 
Hahaha! At our house it would be the dog.
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Actually, what inspired this poem was what happened to me, the selfish one, with a chocolate bar and our dog, Dingo. Fortunately, he didn’t eat much as if would have made him sick. Unfortunately, I couldn’t eat most of my chocolate bar and was darn mad at that dog!
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Ha! Yep. That’sthe kind of thing that happens. Poor dog, lol.
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Great poem! Once my sister found grapes hidden in her son’s dresser— grapes! Not candy, chocolate or chips…
“look kid you can have all the grapes you want!” 😂
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Grapes. That is hilarious. I think I’d feel kind of proud of my son if that’s what he was hiding. I’d also feel proud of myself if that was the palate I had developed in the child.
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I know right?
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Always look under the bed. Words to live by. cheers
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